After reading it, there is only one idea, and I want to keep looping indefinitely until I get tired. Born as a human, but separated from flesh and spirit, floating life is just like a dream. With a song and dance as the curtain call for this death, narcissism and self-deprecation, gorgeous and desperate, carnival and sadness. Fear of death, but wantonly squandering the body, probably only people with empty souls do this. A lifetime of fame and fortune is insignificant in the face of death, and all reflections, guilt and remorse at the time of dying are too late in the face of death. The jumping and interspersed narrative of stream of consciousness, reality and illusion, memory and illusion are intertwined, and the editing is sharp and extreme to perverted. Finally, I have to sigh that Aunt Lan is too beautiful and Bob Fosse is too awesome.
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