Lonely people are shameful

In 1994, Haruki Murakami published the first and second volumes of "The Journey of Strange Birds". In fact, he also traveled in Inner Mongolia and Mongolia, and was tortured by the local diet. This year, Luc Besson made "Killer Lyon", Frank Darabont launched "The Shawshank Redemption", and Disney tossed "The Lion King". This year, the Nobel Prize in Literature was awarded to Kenzaburo Oe, and it has only been a year since the poet Gu Cheng committed suicide. This year, countless Americans watched TV shows Simpson driving wildly on the highway. This year, in China, a person named Zhang Chu released a CD called "Lonely People Are Shameful".

These things were all twelve years ago. I don't know how old Tony should be this year?

When I was watching the movie yesterday, I placed another order. When I came out of the dark cinema, the sky began to pour water on the ground, and the rain poured down. I honestly waited for the bus at the platform. Strange to say, it's obviously a color movie, why do I remember the feeling is black and white? On the way back in the car I was still wondering what was so special about this movie. Until I fell asleep, I wondered vaguely what the hell was this.

Finally someone asked me today, "What the hell is this movie about yesterday?" I put down the water in my hand, frowned, and said, "It's about how lonely a person can be."

I finally uttered the word, and then the long-lost Zhang Chu song started circling like a ghost in my mind. Lonely people are shameful, he sings, they don't seek and don't depend.

Man must live as an individual. No matter how we understand each other and depend on each other, we still have to live alone, and I can't take anyone for myself. Likewise, I cannot be fully integrated by anyone. Like the stars in the sky, forever together and forever apart. Seemingly close, in fact, the end of the world.

I am reminded of a robot written by Reiko Shimizu. The best android in it has beautiful skin, ignorant emotions, and an immortal body. The person he loves always grows old and dies, and if the sadness he feels is so strong that it threatens the functioning of the system, his brain will automatically help him with amnestics. Erase the previous memory and start over.

Tony sold his deceased wife's clothes, the trumpets and records his father had left him, as if he had given himself a formatted order. To quietly abandon and forget, in order to continue to live as if nothing had happened. Alone.

You can curl up like a baby and sleep in an empty storage room, lie on your side on the sofa and cry softly, drink plain water and eat vegetable salad, curl up on a stool and look out the window, take out the paper Burn them all, he's like a lonely planet. Occasionally a star passed by, but never stayed by his side.

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