Searching and forgetting are like clouds and rain and fog. An Zhe left behind "Another Sea". When I opened "Eternal Day" again, I seemed to see the silence of the Aegean Sea in the unfinished work.
I miss Angelopoulos' 360-degree panorama. I miss An Zhe's way of pushing long shots. Miss Alexander's boyishness when he went out to watch the sea.
How much I love long lenses and bokeh.
Walking through the bus station at that time, it was as if I saw the winter five years ago.
Waiting for the reincarnation of fireworks one winter after another, those incomprehensible failures, but it seems that nothing happened.
Only broken words remain.
In the busy life, you are still trapped. Your parents are over fifty years old. Your love has ups and downs. Your life is full of complexities. You want to be an outcast, a fugitive from life. But I am afraid that you will be destroyed by time.
Blue and white Greece. The windowsill with a view to the sea. You are leaving and you will never be seen again. You are smiling, but you are sad.
What is the meaning of the repeated life in the world?
When I saw the bearded man pacing along the long blue coastline, I clearly felt a trace of loneliness. It was so quiet that only the alienated soundtrack was reciting, and the faint sound of the waves was heard. If the voice itself is light, but it has a heavy feeling because of the fleeting years that have been burdened with time.
We all walk in the landscape. Please send me that day.
July 13, 2007, October 1, 2007, March 4, 2008, June 7, 2008, May 15, 2009. There was no follow-up after that.
Tell me how long it will be today. What is after tomorrow.
Such a long life is not worth the time.
Rainy Tissalonica in winter.
Look at the dim lights outside the window, the uprising crowd, and the people riding bicycles in yellow raincoats. The life of this world has passed through the rain, and he and him, one is an exile who is about to leave, and the other is an old man who is about to die. Many people get on the bus and many get off. Solomos recited to Alexander his unfinished psalm: "The falling morning dew is the last star of dawn/Shows the coming of the rising sun/No cloud of pain/No fog to cover/In the endless sky/ The breeze stops / So softly on the face / Like a whisper to the heart / Life is sweet / And / Life is so sweet."
And how far is forever.
Outside the window, it was still raining. The rainy season of the years is the no-nonsense rainy season. Dense moisture.
The gray-blue mist lies eternally in the image of Angelopoulos in time. You and I embrace the never-ending loneliness. There is no narrative. Life is with freedom, time, eternity, and death.
"Alexander, when you finally remember our day one day.
"Why? Mom
, why can't things go as we expect?
Why? Why do we only rot helplessly, tormented in pain and disappointment?
Why am I wandering all my life?
Why do I feel euphoric and home only for brief moments in my native language?
Why only when I retrieve those lost and forgotten words from the silence, can I hear my footsteps echoing in my home again?
Why? Tell me, Mom, why...we don't know how to love? " In the
end, there is only Alexander's eternal lonely back facing the sea. He has no tomorrow.
When will you say goodbye to tomorrow completely.
January 26, 2012.
Noon, no wind.
I will give you in front of the sea . Write, I write to you.
You will be on a journey, through ports, around the world.
May your life be sweet.
However, when I tried to express with full of impulse, I found that my words were so lacking.
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