Gus Van Sant. His world. It's always been so peaceful, as gorgeous as torn silk. Like a child who has never experienced anything in the world, a painting that is casually pinched on white drawing paper, with strong colors. Before you know it, the memory will drown. Then I suddenly discovered that it was a bleeding wound, but it was carefully hidden and never expressed.
Paranoid Park. Filled with the smell of another world. The free, the different, the violent, the territory of destruction. Yet it is alluring, powerful enough to drive away a group of such people and smash their bones to pieces. It is connected to the wildly expansive youth, and somewhere unseen, they merge. So I dreamed that I could break free from the bondage and go to a farther place.
Whether it is beautiful or not, it has an extremely fragile nature. secret. Sins that cannot be told.
The man said, let's go for a drink tonight and ride the train. Alex's back. He said, okay. It wasn't the drinking or the train ride that got him interested, but the other world he was lurking in. This interest is dangerous, ruptures with a certain restlessness. So, on the train going at night, he was engulfed by the swept darkness. The world that was out of control, rushing out like a wild horse, finally took over completely at that moment. All curiosity eventually turns into fear.
The broken body beside the railroad tracks, the upper body is still crawling. Towards him, slowly, quietly, raised his head, opened his eyes, and looked at him. There was no anger in his eyes, no cry for help, no pity. Just look at him. Serene, peaceful, like a loving old man. climax. due mercy. out of control. And he chose to turn around and leave. With guilt and fear, flee into the vast darkness.
Involved in innocent people. Cruel youth being ruthlessly trampled on.
Don't want to say, can't watch the second shot. It was so naked that it pierced into the depths of the soul without any room, and then, a little bit, slowly pulled out. At that moment, I was driven by something inexplicable, and then I covered my mouth and shed tears. Not moved. not anger. Not disgusting. Rather shocked and helpless.
How the darkness came.
Gus Van Sant did it, and it was so peaceful that it left no trace.
A dark and beautiful park. brutal violence. Gorgeous youth. The dark body we once lurked. Thought it could destroy the whole world. Sad and cruel, and then gradually move away from it. When you think you forget it, when you look back, it still exists.
Paranoid Park. Psychedelic body.
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