thinks he's been carried away by a mad whale that's
nothing else
but this world
- Sartre
you , alive.
In what tone should I say these 4 words?
Happy? Because you're still alive after all;
surprised? Did not expect you to be alive;
hatred? Wish you could not live;
or, helpless?
A sigh, because "you" is "I".
In the trivial complaints and willful little temper, a hand scroll about life is slowly rolled out. No robbers, no heroes, no raging storms, not even a rich man. All the ardent pursuits came to a gray end. There is neither an absolute idol nor the helplessness of life itself, so what's next?
A fat woman keeps mumbling that no one in the world understands her;
a teacher suddenly cried because of a quarrel with her husband in the morning;
a barber shaved off the middle of her hair and ran away because customers thought he was wordy;
a scrawny The man was carrying a huge horn, as if he was playing a morning glory on his back.
There was also a sudden rainstorm, a psychiatrist who couldn't make it to the elevator, an old woman in a wheelchair, a young girl who liked rock guitar players, a man who kept repeating "This is the last wave, tomorrow is brand new again" Bar owners...
all live with a little emotion.
They are chubby, slow, love music, and cry.
They are Nordic.
They left a bus named "lethe" in the fog - Wangchuan.
As long as you board the boat of Kraft and successfully cross the Styx River and forget the river, you can leave the heavy body of "you are still alive" and reach the other side of lightness. Such hopes for the future are often dubious. Because the future does not exist. From the Pandora's Box full of human enemies, what the Greeks finally released was precisely the future. They knew that utopian hope would be humanity's greatest disaster—because death was inevitable.
Thus, the giant Moebius paradox is suspended like clouds in the sky. It hangs around day and night, and you often ignore it.
You think life is regular, disciplined, and orderly. Sorry, you are wrong.
The world is accidental.
The existence of the material world is not deduced from some absolute concept, thought or spirit, and it has no pre-determined meaning. It is fractured, vague, ambiguous and unreasonable. It is absurd, and an absurdity that we do not need and cannot eliminate—like a loyal shadow that, once realized, follows for eternity. So, at this moment, how should I pronounce "you, still alive"?
The valuable part of the film is not in breaking the grand narrative or revealing the small and absurd in the meaning of life. Its energy lies in the fact that, after "representing" all this, it points us to a sincere and humane Nordic way out - go on, let everything go on. In the minimalist space like a model house of IKEA, the music continues, the tears continue, the courage to exist continues, and the elaboration of fantasy and helplessness continue to move forward bit by bit.
This is the embodiment of Camusian revolt.
Surrounded by suffering and sunshine, with scars, and continuing with Mediterranean enthusiasm - knowing the world is cold, but still trying to burn. After realizing that people can never eliminate the absurdity of the world, they still dare to talk, cry, fantasize, and live down-to-earth. This is more sincere than any theory.
In order not to waste time, only throw yourself into the long river of time. This "inside" experience allows them to enjoy what they have as much as possible, and with humour. It's a simple logic that refuses to be embellished - so suspiciously simple that people are threatened in an instant - why, why should they?
They face the future with their childhoods; they envision themselves as witnesses to the absurd; they come together to tell a story called "You're Alive," and, well, they sing.
So, now, what tone should I use to say "you, still alive"?
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