undone

Kianna 2022-10-03 23:27:06

Lolita wrote: "All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other..." Painful, clumsy, desperate love is what it feels like, I don't know. In a trance, I remember a girl with a sunny complexion in the film, and the faint smell of the salty sea breeze and the fine sand on the southern beach is mixed. A few small freckles embellished the silk-like cheeks, and the slightly mischievous smile seemed like a lifetime.

Such a beautiful girl died at the best time, life has not yet bloomed, the unknown flower buds withered in the morning when the sun was shining, a bird stopped in front of the window, time was frozen at this moment.



Unfinished is the best: no ending, never known.



Like a love with no ending, unspoken fondness, writing to you in the water, disappearing while writing, when can it end, when can we say goodbye...

People who want to die at their best moments are perfectionists. Say goodbye at a time when you can still gracefully end the curtain call and leave the cruelty of this world behind. Unfinished, inconclusive, and unanswered.



Beauty makes death less heavy.





Think of the four sweet underage girls in Virgin Suicides. Among them, she has an almost perfect face, but she just feels indescribably melancholy. Unexpectedly, the four sisters choose suicide one after another, throwing aside the dangerous weight of the world.



There are two kinds of suicides: perfectionists such as Haizi, Lan in Annie's book, because "this world does not meet my dream"; and most suicides are weak and powerless, and the unbearable lightness in life surrounds them. Light, because life is suddenly taken away, meaning is separated, they are unbearably painful.

The world is cold, full of buildings decorated with vanity, faces with fake smiles. A gray cat walks on a gray wall, in this gray world we have nowhere to run.

However, everyone can also have their own world. In the most embarrassing days, Haizi lived alone in a room, without a radio, and without any way of contacting the outside world. Completely immersed in his own world, he doesn't really care about food and vegetables, because he is the king, the king who summoned the condor in September, died when what should be gained has not been obtained, and what should be lost has long been lost.



It's not the end of the end, the end is unfinished, waiting for tears, endless...

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The Virgin Suicides quotes

  • Mrs Lisbon: None of my daughters lacked for any love, there was plenty of love in our household. I never understood why.

  • Narrator: We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy. And how you ended up knowing what colors went together.