freewill is an illusion

Henderson 2022-04-23 07:03:51

Once, in "All the time", the poet complained that his mother left the house and left himself
to be given by the camera. The mother, who lives in depression every day, was on the verge of suicide, and finally gave up and gave
up, left, and sometimes escaped, but she survived. The means

in "It's Only the End of the World" fully interprets the family and the closest people who are hurt the most by you and bring you the most damage

. Often, we pity the abandoned and left behind, they seem to be inserted in their hearts. With a knife, he kept blaming the other party and himself
and took the initiative to leave his family. He had not been in contact for more than ten years, and suddenly came home
and stepped into the house. He avoids being hurt again

, and the only sister-in-law who is not related by blood is the closest
because there is no history, no shadow, and no hatred. Instead, he can have the most normal interpersonal communication, and normal conversations
are therefore closer to his
sister-in-law, as if filling in him In the family gap left after leaving, listening to the jokes he heard repeatedly, wearing heavy makeup like his mother, acting as a blending oil, but finally on this suffocating Sunday, like his inner unease, he spent his face on his face. Makeup
is not the object that I want to tell the most, I don’t know your emotional way, I don’t know your taste, I’m not a family member who begs for forgiveness and can untangle knots, I can’t say what my heart really wants to say,
but I know better in the black circle, The secret of the red heart in the middle,

but he, as the initiator, could not disentangle the lethal power of history.
Everyone who was left behind was doubting, repeatedly doubting
whether something major happened at that time,
whether he was not good enough for the other party, and
being tortured by suspicion . , tortured to the point of being unable to ask even face to face, only secretly guessing that the purpose of his arrival is
like every family, just like everyone,
we can never say what we want to know the most,

obviously it should be the brother who knows us best
He is also the only brother who clearly sees his thinking and sensibility. He
can't walk on the road of success his family expects. He can't be
the role model of the boss , and
he can't become him
. So, the lasting damage turns all understanding into despair and despair. A sharp weapon
can hurt others and hurt himself
for so long. He must not be detached from

this moment. He is the murderer.
With his long-distance existence, he slowly murdered his most sympathetic brother,
but he came across history. Like his sister-in-law, he can only be a bystander. Returning

as a bystander, his memory is full of warm
sheets, dust, old lovers, the faucet that was sprayed when washing the car before the weekend trip, and the picnic tablecloth spread out on the grass.
All the unpleasantness will go away with time, only the warm light from the director, and only the MV-like past
is because of the face of death, and the selective selection
is still true, the distance of space is more intoxicating than time

. For those who remain, those who cannot accept it, those who continue to resent,
they have been living where he remembers,
facing, repeating, fleeing, arguing, unable to change, all the hateful past, people, things
to him Leaving only warm memories, but for them they always face pain, like that old house, not just a memory, but a life not too far away, an annoying life, a suffocating despair that they hope to escape from

. The warmth of memories will eventually be shattered
by the death of childhood sweethearts, and finally bring him back to the cruel reality
So this is not a place to comfort people
So, here, I can't even calmly control the perfect moment when I declare my death
So, this is not a hotbed before death,
is it ? The stage in the brain
is not a warm light that seems real
The palm prints on the glass window are no longer
and there will be no more.
We can't reconcile

. After all, my brother still knows me best. I
guessed the reason for two-thirds of the visit.
I guessed right. He also forgives himself
, but the last third is
sorry, he can’t say it anymore.


Sometimes, home and family are the warmest in memory.
In reality, it is farther than the end of the world and can’t reach him. What

he misses is the past, Probably thought it was home.
But even if you pass by it occasionally, turning away is the real destiny
because you can't change it, you can't stay forever

because you love them, they love you
here, there's no reason to talk about
it
. To convey
that because there are too many scars, because they have been tortured by each other too many
family members who are
standing on the shore like drowning people, how can they bear to sit and watch but cannot help? And he is already unable to protect himself, and he will sink step by step
, so what is the meaning of what he expects? Why bother?

We fantasize about perfect listening, we fantasize about perfect communication, we fantasize about perfect family affection, we fantasize about perfect reconciliation, we fantasize about perfect change,
but the world doesn't have to be free.
Since there is no relief
, why force relief
, whether it's a caged beast or a bird of freedom
"Whether you are in the West or in the East, it will always follow you, no matter where you go, you are always trapped in yourself."
freewill is an
illusion

He's gone with the cage after all

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It's Only the End of the World quotes

  • Louis-Jean Knipper: There I was, after 10 years, well, 12, to be precise. So after 12 years of absence and in spite of my fear, I was going to visit them. In life there a number of motivations that are no one's business, that force you to leave without looking back. And there are just as many motivations that force you to return. So after all those years, I decided to retrace my steps. Take the journey... to announce my death. Announce it in person, and try to give the others and myself one last time, the illusion that I am, until its very end, the master of my life. Let's see how that goes.

  • La mère: I don't understand you. But I love you. I love you. No one will take that away from me.