A film like a paper can't be watched again without a beautiful composition, but fortunately, Whale Circus has done it perfectly.
"Leave this village quickly, you are already on their list, and you will be executed if you don't leave."
"But I didn't do anything!"
"Run away!"
Circuses are often concentration camps for the absurd, but the absurd has flowed around us all the time. Now that the riot has started, we can't find a reason for it but to let it multiply and watch it set on fire, overturn beds and take away sleep. Dead whale! Look what you did! You, miraculous creature, did nothing in fact and became the cause of everything in everyone's heart, just as I was bound to face unfounded accusations and the deformed prince got a cult following. In the line of sight parallel to the shoulders, everyone's eyes are equally empty.
When they broke into the house, we looked up at this irrational march, a team that was called to destroy the nothingness. The luthier who concentrates on creating a private language destroys the interval relationship of "nothingness" and makes the piano dumb. When the eyes of the riot meet old age (a precursor to true nothingness), it will extinguish itself in an instant after realizing its finitude. As the audience, we are looking down at the "ebb tide", and the heads under the bridge are all the same, because they have lost face.
After "Thus Spoke Zarathustra", we still need to live, no longer for the big whale, but only to live, for "nothingness".
"I got the piano back in tune and it can play all the tunes again."
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