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The third season of True Detective is even more relevant now. It doesn't have the aura of a philosopher like Rust. It will spoil you that the ultimate destination of your people is nothingness. Labor and management just happen to stand on the side of justice or permission in the secular sense. This is the struggle of mortals in life. Wayne and West have a certain talent but not enough. They only have a meager sense of justice. The answers they are looking for have been hidden by others. In the end, everyone died, and even the perpetrators were not spared. , and truth is nobody give a fuck, he has caused Alzheimer's, and he still wants to ask for answers, but he lives in chaos all his life. Isn't it funny. But in the past few decades, every time they found a clue, they tried desperately to seize it. As a result, they either went astray or touched the corner of the iceberg. Their stage of life is like two Sisyphus. But this is the public. At the last moment, I found out that the thing that I have been desperately pursuing for sacrifice is the mirror in the water, and I don't even have the ability to understand nothingness, so it's over. I think of my great-aunt who drives a tractor. His right hand was turned in by the tractor engine and only had three fingers. When he was a child, he always stretched out his hand to scare me. Years ago, he fell off the load and died. I think of his struggle, he He is willing to be hard and honest, his prejudice is stingy, he has spent so much effort on his two sons, but it is not successful. Even when I was young, I couldn't get used to him, and it was really embarrassing to protect my son who escaped marriage to point at his fiancee when it was obviously unreasonable. But at the same time, he also worked hard to help my young father. Although our aunt was not related by blood to us, he had loyalty and blood among relatives, which I only realized many years later. After so many years of hard work, I finally stopped, but I still have to think about the money to work hard, and I fell down in such a confused way. What was he thinking in the last few hours of falling into a coma? Is it the regret of decades of hard work? Or the peace of mind that his two sons have finally settled down? Or is it about to part with nothingness and silence? I have no idea. The answer is always far away from him, and I hope he was happy for a moment. If Wayne is so old that he completely forgets the case, can it be said that he is also happy?