The fan keeps blowing, in fact, it is the fan that reminds us how hot it is. I didn't wear underwear from beginning to end. In fact, it was precisely the lack of underwear that made the heroine's coat more difficult to peel off than ordinary people. The same is true of modern civilization. The bustling and short-lived peace of the stock market is like a fan and underwear, which is an unbreakable diagonal paradox with our spiritual world.
Composition dominates the picture. The exaggerated screen distance between the heroine and her ex-husband, the crowded composition in the stock market, and the frame of the heroine and her lover's closeness constitute the implication of the representation.
The loneliness and carnival belonging to young women, the lack of husbands—leaving, falling asleep, not returning, whether passive or active alienation from male relationships, all lead to the emptiness of women, which seems familiar, but never comes back. Entering each other's hearts, dancing a slightly mocking African dance, it seems that there is no chance to stop, Xin Xin suddenly.
This intermittent world. The doorbell that suddenly rang, was it a product of men and women to ease each other's embarrassment, or was it real?
All kinds of anxiety. Anxiety about stable relationships, anxiety about family, anxiety about money, anxiety about career, anxiety about sexual relationships.
Under modern civilization, time seems to be advancing rapidly along with the progress of civilization, but it is actually stagnant or even going backwards. Is time the wheel of material civilization or the appearance of spiritual civilization? The confusion of people and the difficulty of communicating between people seem to be out of time, just like the movement of unconscious atoms in space.
The moving bus, and the anxiously waiting passengers, I do not carry you, and you are not what I am waiting for.
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