I am obsessed recently with a sentence uttered by Oscar Wilde: The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.
The film is simple, unobtainable. l'objet du désir.
The paradox of fiction. I felt that urge to be aroused throughout the entire viewing process.
When there is an objet in front of you that you love, that intense feeling of wanting to get has enormous power. This kind of power forces you to own this obget. If this obget cannot be resisted, usually if we get it smoothly, the satisfaction after having it will become a kind of happiness. And after a period of time, when the passion retreats, the magnetism of the objet diminishes. If you are fortunate enough to find a replacement, then what awaits next is a cycle of reincarnation: attracted - desire - get - happiness - peace - new Target. And the truth is that once there is no new purpose, then after the great ebb of happiness, there is nothingness.
Close the door to yourself. The world was cleared, and the huge space was left with only oneself, and nothing to occupy it. Doubt the meaning of life, or it is meaningless, or the meaning is living itself. Unbearable loneliness. No books, no music, no movies, nothing in hand. Imagine a space like this with nothing, you are left alone. You are left with yourself. nothing occupies your mind. What would you do.
Whether it is tobacco, alcohol, sugar, tea, video entertainment, human beings always have to find something to occupy themselves, because they cannot face a naked self. So cet obscur objet du desir, it's obscur because no one knows what they want. Maybe it's just an objet that can consume life to complete the meaning of this life.
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