I jump down from the top

Michale 2022-03-21 09:02:33

As I write this, I have just won the National Award. Became the first postgraduate student in our school to win the national award, and the defense was still embarrassed by the teacher. I'm still clumsy, can't deal with people, and still have stage fright when speaking. Self-confidence, calmness, maturity, emotional intelligence, these are not acquired when they grow up, and the country will not distribute them as needed.

Achievements and glory will not give you the motivation to live. I still don't want to get up every day, and I can't find my inner drive. When I find that life is still not going well after I have accomplished a "big thing", I am more lost than ever. Will our campus be okay? I have no idea. Every year, there are still many masters and Ph.D.s who die unexpectedly. I will join when I am tired, and I will carry it again when I meet someone who is warm.

I want to end all this, I want my parents to love me behind the honor; I want men to love my soul, not my body after working hard; I want to lie in bed and read comics, I don't actually like sports. I went to find myself, only to find that it was too late.

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  • Earnestine 2022-03-25 09:01:14

    4.5, the top ten of 2020. Both Nolan and Kaufman have made works about "time". The interesting thing is: Nolan wants to make 007, and there are similar places in Creed. Kaufman has prepared a musical before (Kaufman said that this is his last It was a director's work, so that work should have died prematurely), this one uses the elements of singing and dancing, and the two of them have a certain meaning. The whole movie is like a cold wind blowing on the face, and the front is like the embodiment of the female protagonist's confusion about life (a large section of the car scene thought she was watching Abbas), embarrassing and somewhat strange atmosphere, to After school, all the previous ones were strung together. Although it didn’t make sense, but the senses were perfect, Kaufman’s script had to be accepted; the photography was quite good, I liked this photographer’s style before, and this time I visited the hostess’ home The moments are quite well presented, the art of photography is highly coordinated with the atmosphere and the psychology of the characters; the sound design is great, especially after being bombarded by the sound effects of "Creed", you will understand better that good sound effects are not just perfect Analog (Creed), it can also be very layered and atmospheric.

  • Andrew 2022-03-27 09:01:13

    Twenty minutes of driving with Jesse Plemons in the snow, and twenty minutes of dinner at the same house with Toni Collette. Then something strange happened. It's like having Robert Pattinson talk about Twilight in the creed - the Production Value of the actor's own starring experience, Jesse Plemons is obviously trying to remind people of the American TV series Frozen, and Toni Collette is obviously trying to make People are linked to genetic doom. Strange things can be explained by visual synesthesia after drinking, but they are hallucinations within hallucinations, a play within a play, and then another thirty minutes of Lynch Mulholland Drive-style dark night walks -- the car stopped halfway through. In an ice cream parlor, it's like a black chef in The Shining rushing all the way to a stop on the way to the rescue - and finally, the car parked outside the empty school with only one-year-old cleaners. The old sweeper, who had flashed in the aforementioned hallucinations as a subject, now finally has a prototype. But he was still in a hallucination. Singing and dancing, quitting fantasy, returning to reality, and came to his retirement ceremony... Or, was buried in a snow grave of a car model.

I'm Thinking of Ending Things quotes

  • Young Woman: Coming home is terrible whether the dogs lick your face or not; whether you have a wife or just a wife-shaped loneliness waiting for you. Coming home is terribly lonely, so that you think of the oppressive barometric pressure back where you have just come from with fondness, because everything's worse once you're home. You think of the vermin clinging to the grass stalks, long hours on the road, roadside assistance and ice creams, and the peculiar shapes of certain clouds and silences with longing because you did not want to return. Coming home is just awful. And the home-style silences and clouds contribute to nothing but the general malaise. Clouds, such as they are, are in fact suspect, and made from a different material than those you left behind. You yourself were cut from a different cloudy cloth, returned, remaindered, ill-met by moonlight, unhappy to be back, slack in all the wrong spots, seamy suit of clothes dishrag-ratty, worn. You return home moon-landed, foreign; the Earth's gravitational pull an effort now redoubled, dragging your shoelaces loose and your shoulders etching deeper the stanza of worry on your forehead. You return home deepened, a parched well linked to tomorrow by a frail strand of... Anyway... You sigh into the onslaught of identical days. One might as well, at a time... Well... Anyway... You're back. The sun goes up and down like a tired whore, the weather immobile like a broken limb while you just keep getting older. Nothing moves but the shifting tides of salt in your body. Your vision blears. You carry your weather with you, the big blue whale, a skeletal darkness. You come back with X-ray vision. Your eyes have become a hunger. You come home with your mutant gifts to a house of bone. Everything you see now, all of it: bone.

  • Young Woman: That's misogynistic claptrap! Freudian bullshit! A person, an adult, has to, at one point or another, take responsibility for who they are.