I only agree with the monologue at the beginning of this movie, and I always feel that I have gone astray.
When I watched it, it was actually quite uncomfortable. First of all, I was a fan of Heimer, and I also felt that the lines, dialogues, and mental games between the two of them reminded me of myself.
I really like some of Heimer's lines and monologues. We live alone, we die alone. Everything else is just an illusion. We all die alone, so why am I suppose to spend my life working, sweating, struggling? For an illusion? Because no amount of friends, no girl, no assignments about conjugating the pluperfect or determining the square root of the hypotenuse is gonna help me avoid my fate. I have better things to do with my time.
I'd love for someone to skip class with me, laugh together, destroy together, and create together; instead of walking dead in class and completing assignments.
It just happened that the monitor and the committee members who didn't know something were questioning the teacher's own writing score. The truth was that it was embarrassing to capitalize the article after checking the weight. I don't know what these people are after. Scores must be calculated, and class cadres must also run for election. The circle of friends is more refined than anyone else's.
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