I only watched it once, and I can only feel the scabs on my knees, the salty sea water peeling off the skin of my mouth, a cat lying down, a cup of espresso, glass marbles under a wheelchair.
An Andalusian dog is so artistic that I'd like to read a paper about him. There are a lot of things in it that I don’t understand very well. If this is a dream, I would also feel strange. It is as strange as the fantasy that Wang Xiaobo’s arm was scratched when he was a child. It also reminded me of the painting of Lavender Mist, humming in my head, filled with entities, filled with steel wire balls.
After watching it, I felt like I was naked in the hot quilt in summer, my body was covered in sweat, and the fierce sunlight made me unable to open my eyes.
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