The corpse mixed with the mud, the broken body, the low-pitched singing, the uncontrollable hallucination of blind chaos, losing its true meaning.
In the church, the little child walking around holding the toy airplane, the eyes are dull, the pious mother. Airplanes and national flags turned into crosses, and blood flowed down the sewers along the crosses.
Stereotyped children turned into ugly wax figures, rhythmically walking to the mincer, into tightly-knit, disgusting strips of red meat.
An overwhelmed child with no hope for life. There is an unrealistic need for everything that can never be satisfied.
Walls smash churches, flowers turn into guns.
The pleasure of destruction outweighs the desire for sex, the quiet listening to the success of the new airplane on the television, the celebration of killing more people in less time and ending the war. He smashed everything.
War can produce the most ruthless and most emotional people.
Huge wall, impossible to break through, weak and weak fingers.
Shave. Shave the hair. and chest hair. Small wounds, blood droplets. On the TV, everything seemed to be fine. Time seems to be stagnant, and the bottom of my heart is as empty as the barren world. Back to being a child. White neat beds, dim lights.
Movies are nothing more than providing meaning or empathy. But under the premise of lacking the general background of the times, I seem to be that child, everything is outside affairs, I don’t know what these people are doing inexplicably, are they telling me what to do?
It is inexplicable that I can't put in a scene. I can't give up because of the time that has been wasted. It is even more inexplicable. I look forward to a momentary touch, and then this expectation is slowly worn away. I scared my mother with the mole, so I ran away and hid it in my sweater. I thought everything was in time, I thought it would wait for me to come back.
The body gave birth to numerous white maggots, the skin was mottled, and finally turned into a monster and was discarded. But it turns out, tear off this layer of skin, and I'm still there. Heroic and arrogant, but has just the right affinity for the believers.
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