Every time I mention it, I think of the last page of Volume 19, the seaside, the summer, the empty study, and the falling photo. How much is pressed under this page, it seems to be a silent volcano, just waiting for me to lift it up and burst.
This is a man cartoon. There are women in it, I admit, but the existence of women in this world is to use their eyes to witness how the blood boils of the men they love and love them.
I have always believed that only a carrier like comics can truly interpret the world. Black and white, freeze-frame and blur, cannot be replaced by any movie, TV or animation. Just like the bloody natures flowing in these men, only at that moment, like the ones that suddenly light up in the dark night, the black and white are highlighted. as distinct.
There are no good or bad men in this world, just as there is no right or wrong in what they do. They live only for what is right in their hearts, and they perish for what they love in their hearts.
If the first two volumes are just telling you how memorable life is, then the next few volumes are torturing you if you are ready to face the purgatory of life. There is betrayal, there is exploitation, there is despair, there is emptiness. Give you a chance to be reborn, can you still survive? Are you still willing to live as a human being?
In fact, in such a world, no matter how bloody, dirty, and filthy it is, there will always be that seaside, that empty study, and the souls of those men who wander between black and white.
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