I'm getting old when I'm alive, I don't know what's going on.
Hearing loss, food cravings slowly disappearing, and everything tastes the same. And the most terrifying thing is that the senses become dull. With a thick cocoon in my heart, I understand everything, but feel that nothing is real enough.
Exams, falling in love, breaking up, graduating, working, getting married, having children, buying a house, workplace, midlife crisis, saying goodbye to parents... The things we fear are coming one by one. There was only death in front of him.
A concert in the forest, the old man sits on a stake and sheds tears to the herd.
The cries among the trees were so hoarse that they almost cried, and the dying were nostalgic for the joys of the world.
Under the blue light quality, the decaying flesh and rough voice are shockingly clear.
Coupled with G Knox's Just, it seems that his whole life has been spoiled.
Life was originally meaningless.
We cannot accept this. So there is the so-called truth, goodness and beauty, so we create language, music and art.
But only touch and silence come closest to the truth of life: desire.
Desires are irrational and may be against morals, but only then do we live.
Parents know when their children are pretending to be asleep.
Children know how many lovers their parents have had.
We know everything. We don't say anything.
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