In fact, I really like the swaying shadows of trees in the sea of trees in Aokigahara and the sound of wind that can't tell the distance from near and far. Even the sunlight that penetrates the layers of lush foliage is so pale, reminiscent of the previous year when I was walking on the Hiei Mountain Kaido hiking trail in Kyoto. That kind of silence and serenity, when there is no wind, only the sound of his own breathing hovers in his ears. When you are away from the hustle and bustle of the city, you may not feel the tranquility, but also the temptation from the death vortex.
It's a pity that the western "ghost" in Cantonese came to the East to commit suicide, and met a Japanese "ghost" in the original forest. After a few days of entanglement between people and ghosts, I finally realized that life is precious. The taste of kaiseki cuisine produced by McDonald's is too much. Weird, constantly flashing back fragments of the past pieced together life, what do we actually expect us to see? Truth or Redemption?
The funniest thing is that American professors who have no money to support their families and repay their loans should laugh at Japanese salarymen who committed suicide because of being demoted. What kind of cultural difference is this lost in Tokyo? If there are ghosts, they must be sucked out. The talent of Gus Van Sant.
In the end, the red dress in the forest reminded me of Rinko Kikuchi who disappeared in the extreme cold in "Treasure Hunter Kumiko", a forest without a wolf grandmother, who devoured the woman who came to the United States from Japan to find the treasure of "Fargo"; in another story , An American man who was bent on seeking death was redeemed in Japan; after a big dance, Gus Van Sant is still honestly American and whimsical.
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