There is no benevolence in the city machine where the thick fog envelops the ghosts and monsters. People invented mercy and created it in the parts of the machine, and these parts are beyond the scope of the brains of reptiles that have evolved through nature.
There is no murder in the world. It is people who create murder, and it only has meaning among people.
For a while he was puzzled whether he was born destined to do this, whether he was the cause or the result in the vortex, but he knew that he had all the elements for murder.
It may also include the element of kindness.
He understands the process of murder, and he understands it so thoroughly, so thoroughly that makes people uncomfortable. In the minds of people in a civilized society, all kinds of evil thoughts multiply and grow like viruses, and those ulterior desires create their own viruses and antibodies like viruses.
Regarding these unspeakable desires in civilization, his mission, perhaps still called a better livelihood, is to encourage or eliminate them as needed. He is a good bow, shuttled in the cold wind of the dark night, he is a loaded revolver, held in the hand of a sensual dog.
Now he didn't know how many bullets were left in the gun.
The samurai can endure the most unbearable loneliness in the world, perhaps only the tiger in the forest can compare with it.
The employers called him a lone wolf. Alone, nothing to depend on. He digested the dirtiest secrets in the city, so he was used to restraint, loneliness, and calmness. It can be described as a four-walled hotel room, the unchanging windbreaker and wide hat, the unchanging car stealing and changing the license plate, the unchanging smell and the chewing eyes chatting up. In the depths that he could not reach, the human soul was being stripped away.
If loneliness is a last resort, it is now an anesthetic for dreamless sleep.
The shame essay from the film class a long time ago, choose a short piece that is not exposed and post it
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