I want to describe this evening in detail.
｜ sweating profusely
Off to Deep Shadow, I feel good. Maybe because of the bike ride, maybe because I got a good night's sleep. That is the way from the school to Xiaoxitian, but it does not pass through the Northern Division. Cycling on College Road can feel congested at times, and you always want to pass the car in front of you in the already narrow non-motorized lane. Up to Xiaoxitian, it is a closed road, blocked by tree shadows on both sides.
When it was about to darken the shadows, I saw a boy in a white shirt riding by him. Boy or man, I don't know, because I didn't see what he looked like. His shirt was unbuttoned and would be blown to the sides while riding. I was always behind him and couldn't see his face, or maybe I didn't want to see his face, or maybe it was because I saw the boy in Wudaokou a few days ago that I will never forget, but he only took half a minute and thirty Seconds have disappeared from my life. Suddenly, under the rails - everything opened up at this point - Poshu's "those flowers" started to play in my earphones - I first heard it in Lei Tian in Huairou This song -- I listened to this song, looked at the man in the white shirt who was walking away, and felt how happy I was at the moment. Then he disappeared because I had to stop because the shadows had arrived.
"Fire Girl" is very much like the Korean version of a Streetcar Named Desire, at least the heroine reminds me of the hysterical Blanca. The last scene was shot very well, ending with rain. It was only later that I found out that the female protagonist was Yin Ruzhen, so the whole movie became even more spooky to me. And the french fries I stuffed in my bag, from Korea all the way to the Soviet Union.
I don't even remember what the Wudaokou man looked like, he, like many others, has become my self-chewing emotion. Like a lot of things that have happened in my life lately, I can't remember exactly what they looked like, I have a vague impression that they happened, and luckily most of them were beautiful. The so-called epiphany seems to be a return to abstract warmth.
｜Transition
From Shenying to Century Jinyuan is a very straight road, with the school in the middle. I'm very happy after watching "Fire Girl", I kept shouting 어떻게 in my head along the way! 어떻게! When climbing the most characteristic big slope, I deliberately backed off dozens of seconds so that Taylor could sing the last verse of "say you remember me" as I rushed downhill. I am so free.
｜Mirror
To this day, I can still feel Tarkovsky's presence in every breath, as if every breath is a transition from childhood woods to the battlefield of World War II. Every time the door is opened and closed, every movement, every look, becomes fragmented and begins to be spaced apart from each other. There is a corridor from the cinema, and the ceiling is very low, which makes me feel like I am moving forward with the camera. It's like a new addiction.
I hope this state of affairs will remain. I love that in Tarkovsky's shot, every feeling is felt genuinely and peacefully; I love that he is so at ease with his own memories and emotions, without concerns. It's probably a very rare moment that I see "The Mirror" today - the day after yesterday - because I'm calmer now than I've ever been this summer. I wish I could see "Nostalgia" and "Fly to Space" in the theater, I wish I could have a good night's sleep before watching Chier again, and I wish I could watch "Roma" and "Eight and a Half" again. When I walked out of the theater, Han said to me, "It's raining." At that moment, I really felt happy.
｜Radiomaster
Thursday night. I haven't had a night like this in a long time.
I've been listening to Asleep again recently and thinking about Charlie again. These things always bring me back to that time, when everything was tender and fresh, when good hope was still pure. I said in my diary yesterday that maybe I mistakenly thought I was mature when I was immature, and convinced myself to be omnipotent and omnipotent at an age when I didn’t understand. Maybe the middle of the night will still be occupied by some worries, but that is the only unpleasantness in my life. I want to do my best to love myself and love these people.
My northern film is about to end, only the last "Devil" is left. What I find interesting is that I have abstracted the surrounding theaters, and I have also shopped around and found that Xiaoxitian’s chairs are the most comfortable, but Yingjia’s room is more to my taste; and UME, which is usually the most entangled in love and hate I didn't go there once, but I got to know Deep Shadow because of this, and I watched "The Hole", one of the best of the year.
This is "Mirror". I may have witnessed the birth of a life-changing figure.
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