When the lollipop in my mouth was about to melt, I chewed it hard, as if it was really lonely. Sip after sip of a bottle of carrot juice. This used to be my most hated food, but now I'm enjoying and indulging. I don't know if this is considered a form of self-abuse, but I know that no one will tolerate my habit, even if it's just a very small habit, so I should change it in time to save my heart. At least, it's my own decision, in a world where I have little control. I think this is also my experience of loneliness.
A group of such bizarre characters and behaviors, and something that can make the most mundane bystanders go through the cracks, is not a pleasant resonance about loneliness.
The most heartbreaking sounds were Michelle Li's moans and Karen Mok's shouts. Two women express their loneliness about the same man with two very different outlets. Of course he is not the source of their loneliness, his appearance is just to let them see through, lonely and incurable. They are thin and pale, and he is not their medicine, he is their opium, and when they are most thirsty, they can only drink poison to quench their thirst.
He is not even less lonely than them, and one kind of loneliness cannot save another kind of loneliness. I like his theory about "everyone has to find a partner", when one realizes that loneliness can't be saved and can't save oneself, all you can do is "find a partner", two people are lonely together.
There is so much loneliness that makes one's skin feel cold. Li Jiaxin reads his rubbish like looking for a secret garden-----to approach a person through rubbish, it turns out that our relationship is so humble and worthless.
And when she swayed sleepwalking in his seat, it reminded me of the woman in "Red Rose and White Rose" who picked up the cigarette the man had left behind and smoked it, as if to inhale the emotions about him. Internal organs. Love, makes us so incredible, so strange, so counterintuitive, love makes us even more lonely.
Began to cry because of Takeshi Kaneshiro's videotape, because of his record of trivial life, because of his equally taciturn father's enjoyment of trivial life. At that moment, I felt that this old man was the loneliest of them all. He has been lonely all his life, and he has to face a force as powerful as loneliness - time, and the aging that comes with it. In any case, we still have youth to squander, and we can keep trying and making mistakes, but he is already a lonely dead end. When he was smoking a cigarette and laughing at the videotape in the middle of the night, I think there was a kind of loneliness in that laughter, because his way of dealing with loneliness was to completely deny his loneliness and bury himself in the trivial life.
Everything looked messy and even dirty. Li Jiaxin's red lips, luminous tight leather jacket, and cobweb-like black stockings, prostitute-like attire and behavior; Karen Mok's strange blond hair and nervous laughter; the bed sheets in the small hotel feel like AIDS; Yang Cai Ni The insanity-like chasing of the rival and the nonsensical handling of Takeshi Kaneshiro make people feel that they are also sinking and degenerating.
Am I completely safe if I fall? Because I no longer have to be afraid of who will break my wings when and where.
Never blame anyone's depravity, because we all have degenerate factors in our bodies, and the distance of depravity is the height of loneliness. I forgive them, even though they don't need my forgiveness, but I still have to forgive, because I'm forgiving myself, the fallen they were all of us who were once precarious.
I know they are all angels, so I know we are all angels, our wings are broken by loneliness. I thought love could hold us up, but all flight is to land, since we have no wings.
Repeatedly listening to Guan Shuyi's "Forget Him" "Forgetting him means forgetting everything." Can forgetting him forget loneliness? No, we just returned to our former loneliness. Besides, never forgot. "Forget him, how can I forget it."
If I admit my depravity, will you admit that I once had a pair of wings? "The first volume of the holy book is my wings, extremely bright, sometimes like a gloomy day. The second volume of the holy book is dirty and happy, and of course my wounded wings."
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