Behind such a pair of eyes is often a violent, chaotic, sensitive soul and clear wisdom. In a small town in Alaska, he lost sleep.
In the opening sequence of "Insomnia", the endless blue glaciers under the plane's porthole and a drop of blood annihilated in the fibers of white cotton alternately appear. This time, Al Pacino is an old police officer who investigates the murder of a young girl from the bustling city to the far arctic circle. In the foggy woods, he accidentally kills his partner. In the eyes of the murderer played by Robin Williams, the relationship between the hunter and the prey has undergone a subtle change.
It's not a great movie, I watched it late at night on a sleepless night, like meeting strangers in a bar and suddenly talking about a topic of mutual interest. In that small town near the Arctic Circle, the sun never sets, and the time freezes in the cold. On the bright night, the old policeman endured the torture of the environment and guilt, but his eyes were bloodshot but not sleepy. We have the same problem, insomnia.
According to the book, there are several main reasons for insomnia. Lifestyle habits: drinking caffeinated beverages, smoking and drinking alcohol before bed, irregular bedtimes or night shift work; environmental changes: sound, light, smell, bed too soft or hard, high or low indoor temperature; physiological status: sickness or discomfort ; Psychological tension, anxiety, depression, etc. I basically have all of these items, so insomnia is more like a fate.
The earliest insomnia in my memory was in 1992. In the winter, after sitting down for a long time, I stared blankly at the ceiling with my eyes wide open. I thought it must have been bright eyes in the dark. I don't know why I can't sleep, the breaths of familiar people are familiar, light and regular. I put on my clothes and got out of bed and walked to the window of the living room. It was snowing outside. Under the dim street lamp, the snowflakes fell slowly and quietly, and there was no one. I stood there for a long time until a light blue appeared in the sky and people started walking on the road.
After the first acquaintance, Insomnia has become an unwelcome friend who occasionally arrives unexpectedly. There are three types of insomnia.
Transient insomnia (less than one week), short-term insomnia (one week to one month), chronic insomnia (more than one month). Fortunately, I am both of the first two, those nights are very clear, sometimes I want to read a book, but when I pick up the book, my eyes hurt, and tears flow out when I blink; when I close my eyes, my mind becomes a distraction In the kaleidoscope of control, all kinds of questions and memories came one after another, and soon every cranial nerve became tense and exhausted, as if it was about to be torn off. A little man jumped around in his head and kept shouting, I am insomnia, I am insomnia. The chance of such mania is usually around 30%. Sometimes insomnia is calm, you can read books and DVDs, or look at the sky outside, and watch the curtains gather little by little morning light.
Some of the insomnia is intentional, I don't like going to bed before midnight, the rush of water, the rapidity of the year, what a waste of sleep. Although I was drowsy at times, I still held on strong in my consciousness, and finally the Sandman retreated, and I lost sleep.
I like those peaceful insomnia, watching my favorite DVDs and books in peace, I feel that the world is bigger than what I see. Sometimes when I think about something, I will suddenly be overwhelmed by the feeling of sadness. My heart is like the bright spring water and green branches after the light rain and the early sunshine. Sometimes I also think of a few poems. Shake down today, desolate Jiangtan. The tree is like this, how can people be worthy? Thinking about it slowly, I feel obsessed with my heart.
The recent insomnia, I have been thinking about one thing in my heart, gain and loss, meet and parting, whatever fate says will pass, short life. That time, I smoked a lot of cigarettes, and the smoke curled up Nana, and later filled the house. In the dark, sparks went on and off, and the shredded tobacco turned into soot. I imagined the camera pushing toward me from the edge of the universe at infinity, toward the Milky Way, toward the solar system, toward this point where time and space intersect, and at this coordinate, what is the difference between a cigarette and a puff of ash.
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