When I was young, someone told me: "Even if we bind our memories into a book, how many people will read them?" considered. Therefore, I have never experienced the feeling of "reading", sweet, desolate, regretful, and yearning. . . Not all good to say.
La maison des petits cubes (House of Building Blocks) is about such a "flipping" mood. It is completely a "deep" memory, on the intuitive screen, and on the clues of time.
Our world is flooded. In order to survive, human beings have to keep adding layers to their houses, just like building blocks. And every time people move, because the space upstairs is always smaller than the downstairs, people have to throw away some old furniture. There was an old man who dropped his pipe into the water during a recent "moving". The pipe fell through the original skylight, which had been flooded, into the lower level. The uncle rented a diving suit and dived down to get a pipe. Unexpectedly, the underwater world is so attractive. The old man followed one skylight after another, the shallower and deeper, every time he reached the floor, he saw some old furniture and remembered some old people and things. So I dived all the way down, all the way through the memories of life.
In just 12 minutes, when I first saw it, there was a vast ocean in the picture, and the photo of an old man facing a wall was already desolate. Who knows that all the way down, it is a silent sadness in a silent world. Because of the beauty of the past, he looked even more lonely and helpless in a diving suit. It is simply a beautiful world drawn by a little girl who sells matches. The uncle finally returned home. For dinner today, he put two glasses, poured two glasses of wine, and clinked the glasses gently.
It turns out that the memory is the whole world below the surface of the water. It lies there quietly with the bits and pieces that you have lost along the way. You see it, it is there, you don't see it, it is still there. And we are a group of people living on the water, the wind is sunny and the waves are calm. All we can see is just that little bit above the water, and all the vast past and memories are hard to perceive and no way to snoop. Even if you have to borrow the reason for finding things, you will carry the equipment and sneak in deeply, let alone others? So the whole huge world should be left as it is, don't bother, and don't need to fall in love. Go down for a walk occasionally, and most of the time stay where you should be.
Whether helpless or reluctant, in fact, life is a process of gradual loss, but the beauty of life lies in the bits and pieces of loss: first, when you lose it, you can cherish it; secondly, without them, There is no such little world on the water.
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