It's a fable about desire and emotion, and a lot can be said around it, but it's hard to articulate. Desires require escapism and self-indulgence, so men don't tell anything about themselves and don't care about the story of the woman who has sex with her, they use roars instead of names, and perverted sex as their only communication. However, there is no desire to return home, and after venting, all that remains is emptiness, which is as terrible as the indifference and bondage of the world. They can only dance one last tango and end everything with one bullet, so that the soulless souls in the lonely city return to the baby-like posture of their birth.
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