"I don’t fight with anyone, and I don’t dismiss anyone. I love nature, and then art. I warm up in front of the fire of life, and the fire is extinguished. It
's time to leave" When I first saw it, I completely denied MONA. I denied her way of rejecting love. Like many people, I couldn't understand why she was on the road.
Later, I often asked myself why I was on the road. It was my desire for nature and my rejection of modern equipment. I wanted to get close to the most primitive and true heart. She had many opportunities to be loved on the road, but she always said The most vicious method keeps it out.
Because we want to reject everything that is unreal and only has a gorgeous appearance of material, non-material.
MONA is sloppy. She aimed for the most realistic bread. When she was happiest along the way, she was drinking with the elderly old woman and having fun innocently. There was no conflict or interest between them. Only that time was the only one to see her happy.
When she was with that down-and-out hippie youth, they also drank, fought grass, had sex...but it was not true. He wants a playmate. He didn't even understand what love was, so he talked about love to her.
The cotton picker took her in, and she was touched at that time or in her heart. She worked with him, and she was always happy for a while. When other workers refused to take her in, he let her go without saying a word.
The sycamore botanist who drove her all the way put her down in the middle of the road. She was raped in the forest... In fact, it was more than the worker who raped her. She has been walking towards the limit of freedom, but she is stubborn and indifferent. The disgusting appearance, her loneliness, her free will remained noble along the way but she was always raped.
Because there is no love.
She is not happy, because she is looking for the last light that disappears on the horizon, the truest love, and true love is reality. Therefore, she is not an idealist, because ideals are based on establishment and fantasy.
And love is the emotion we need so much. You can have no bread, you can have everything but you can’t have love, but before we have time to enjoy it and hide it in our hearts, this feeling is called "love". This state of existence is like morning mist in the palm of our hand. Gradually, it is too late to catch up.
This is our dream. Our pursuit and desire for freedom. It's like the feeling of having sex with a person you like. The process is very happy, but my heart longs for the warm current that touches the whole body. When I have not reached the point of entry, I will always be irritable and look for it in various existing postures.
The shepherd is a master of philosophy. He told MONA, "Freedom, if you choose freedom, you choose loneliness. If you don't stop, you will go to destruction." So he took his wife and children to the mountains to herd sheep, farming to be a hearty but calm heart. The farmer, he is indifferent, very smart and quiet, his youth is like a burnt candle, calm and calm.
But MONA is more like a moth to a fire. She is absolute. If a person is absolute, then the world will be confronted, and the road in front of her is so clearly visible.
If there is no love, there is no freedom. It is not the freedom of walking but the freedom of the heart. In the last morning, she fell hungry in the ditch and never got up again. The cold had already sealed her up. The weather was cold and the heart was cold. And her dream has not been realized. She has been tired from walking, tired of searching, and can't stand up. The loneliness only allows her to destroy and can no longer give her tenacious and mean strength.
If this long walking search is for sex, then death is only the end, and the orgasm she wanted did not appear.
That happened in 1985.
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