No one can understand, no one wants to listen.
I don't want to talk anymore. Don't experience
forgetting or depression, just let me sleep. When I
wake up, the sky will light up and I will Nothing has happened, just a blank sheet of paper.
How far can we go? Far from what? Yesterday
. It is not the past history of objective facts, but the subjective feeling before today . I lost my memory, my habit is still... I can't escape. Even if I try my best, even if I can get rid of my body's dependence, my soul's dependence is still trapped. In the crowd who used to face each other day and night... Quietly, seduce the soul Soul does not need ghosts, and it does not need to perform great powers. All external rituals are just temporary emotional excitement, but the influence of the "group" is like a shadow . Without knowing it, the heart is in the group without realizing it. This is the danger of cults, and it is also the charm of why the cults of all dynasties have never faded because in our hearts, we have all been fragile, heartbroken, and noisy with our families. We all once had a rebellious heart, and we all once hoped that we would all go away. We are all kind and lost sheep, longing for recognition and love, so we walked into the wolf pack wishful thinking, thinking that there will be a new home, there will be a new Heaven and Earth, there will be good care as a bystander, with a clear mind like a mirror, you can see through the fallacies and fallacies in the order of the cult organization, from a distance, this will only be a joke . blurred,
The intimacy of others is melting the barrier, and step by step to let go of our hearts, our
usual wisdom will suddenly become numb, and our normal judgment will be shaken
because when we are in the neighborhood of "loving" and "accepting" neighbors, we all want to take the initiative. Participate and become a part of them.
Like an infectious disease, it can go out of control. The
mind is invaded, the mind is eroded, and the "I" is lost, so there is no way to escape from
the ordinary simplicity of ordinary community gatherings at the beginning, only one way Digging deeper, I gradually feel different.
Only when my identity has been established and my emotions have been invested, how easy is it to get away?
A sense of security is high, and empathy is dominant.
When all the close people around you are doing the same thing, you know that it will be the same thing. Evil is false, but there is no way to resist
the sense of alienation that is different from others, which gives rise to invisible fear, for fear of being abandoned again, to embrace the strange again,
so I have to obey, I have to put away my conscience, I have to laugh together , Enjoying the pleasure of sin
starts from taking the first step, accepting the first fallacy,
gradually unable to turn back, gradually understanding such behavior from the bottom of my heart subconsciously, gradually learning to excuse the crime,
gradually treating the abnormal as normal, gradually integrating with myself, Gradually become the core member of the group...
Once you open your eyes and see the sins you have done, you will no longer be able to escape the shadows. Following
the temptation of a snake is like listening to the temptation of a snake and eating a delicious fruit. Once you know the shame, you will never return to the Garden of Eden.
The childish innocence, or the complete trust in man, is utterly brutally murdered, and then allows his own sinful nature to take over the
weak control, whether in his own kindness or soft-heartedness, or in the habits of the established way of life
or Fear of change and unknowable, or the courage to simply refuse to say no, entangle contradictions and form heart-wrenching demons
Sean Durkin's first full-length novel is to play with the magic of video narrative. In the fragmentary editing, the reality and the dream are indistinguishable.
The repeated overlapping of memories and imagination and the present
is a dream in the eyes of my sister, and in my sister's heart, every time Each frame is a
parallel interlacing of real situations with flesh and blood. It is both a contrast and a projection. It shows the strangeness
that never really leaves, and it also brings out the unfamiliar eyes of the people who are closest to me. At
the beginning of the weird behavior, the
story develops and the dark side of the soul becomes more and more excavated. Step by step, it is more
frightening, but the fear is not the ordinary fear of death, but the anxiety of a family, or a long-lost reunion. Unfamiliar feelings
that now, seems to be now, but it is yesterday, cut in one stroke, difficult to separate, like thousands of threads, entangled
like that Marcy May Song, a circular melody, no way to go, one by one Embedded in the heart, unable to extricate themselves from
mixed feelings, the five flavors
traced back along the clues of the image, intriguingly,
there is no sign of hurting others on the surface, but in essence, he is self-abusing him, abusing, suffocating, and difficult to express
. Deception
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_ The "group" life model, after the younger sister's hypocrisy has been smashed to the ground,
is the so-called "American Dream" just a secret indoctrination of a cult concept? I
would rather believe that the absurdity in front of me is the truth, rather than return to true freedom society struggling to survive
Day after day, year after year, dead tired, awake, but unable to return to reality, only to be tortured in eternal hell A hell of the
soul, like a chilling shadow on the other side, a ghostly nightmare, a day and night phase With...
the physical retention is only the appearance, the stagnation of the mind and consciousness is the endless
escape from the beginning, just the beginning, the end of the trapped carriage, but
the regretful motivation that does not end the ending, I have been haunted for a long time, and I have no way to dismantle
the confused and dizzy camera movement. Is it a hint of a dream from beginning to end?
In fact, it has never escaped, everything is only in the movement of the brain?
Or the cruelest truth in society is that there is never a The real truth?
She embarked on a road of self-destruction, and it was never possible to fully recover
. The car was moving forward, but she looked back, and couldn't help but see again and again
that she was afraid of nightmares and approached, or this look, secretly Are you also reluctant to give up?
Perhaps, deep down, the most terrifying dream/truth
is actually a part of our body/heart that simply wants to go back to that "group"...
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