One early morning at the end of September, I remember it was a Friday, when the school was delayed and the online classes were still at home, and I watched this movie in class.
While watching, I was absent-minded, dull and empty. Near the end, I was silent for a few minutes, maybe a few minutes, then the movie ended and I turned off the player and lay back in bed. I have forgotten most of the plot now, but there are always some reasons, the hive, the wilderness, Frankenstein, the backs of children on the railway, they are like ghosts in the film, and I often think of them inadvertently. They are so clear.
I still don't know the social meaning of the film's expression, and those scenes are just symbols for me, but they have the ability to bring me back to that early morning, to that period of time in the past.
Memory is like a ghost, it haunts life.
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