Yesterday, I was sitting alone in my room again, looking out. There were scraps of firecrackers all over the place. I looked at the three mops hanging in the bathroom on the fifth floor opposite, and I thought of the beggar, and it had nothing to do with the mop. I just thought of it. Then I thought of it. The relationship between architecture and life When I was in the old house, beggars would always come in during Chinese New Year and festivals, singing and laughing, begging, and intervening in life not far or near. The buildings in the front hall and backyard are open spaces, extending horizontally, from public to private, with tacit consent. Communicate in various colors. The current residence is layer upon layer, accumulated vertically and silently.
Sometimes I look at the residential buildings of this kind in the city, and that day I walked into a huge community again. You see, living in such a community will never require me to go out for the rest of my life. I also said that if I just knock on the door of a house and say, "Let’s have a meal together," then they will look at me, sit down, and they will move the dishes and chopsticks in peace, thank you, and leave . That's how I thought about it, wandering around the city, playing tricks with strangers. Architectural spaces are lonely self-isolation, and I try to fight that. In such boredom and masturbation, we must break through the line of defense.
The space is related to my graduation thesis. For a while, I didn’t want to continue writing. But the movie cut it down without any scruples, chopping the isolated space. I was just thinking about it, but he was doing it. He pried open the unfamiliar room, brushed his teeth, took a bath, cooked, and took photos, as if nothing had happened, of course.
It doesn't matter here, and I don't think gender matters here. It's just that he just pried open her room, and she happened to see transparency in desperation. He stayed and left in one unfamiliar space after another, and later brought her back. He has no fixed space, or space is never a fixed relationship. Once fixed, it sinks into irreversible sinking. Everything is natural between him and the space, and when he leaves, the owners of those houses come back, and quarrels, doubts, death, hypocrisy are attached to the space.
He was alone in prison, playing ghost games with the guards. The space here is so single and pure that he couldn't pass through it, so he had to use his physical body to show up everywhere. This is a very interesting part. I understand after watching the corners of his mouth slanted slightly and his smile after being beaten up. Space is no match for him. The man, squatting beside the water tank, watched her walk in and lay on the bench. He was a little stunned at first, but then went with her. The lotus flower in his hand was blooming freely, with a slight ripple of water... He should understand what the relationship between people and space is.
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