How can I touch the world when I have lost my desire for expression and perception.
The life of American teenagers, marijuana, skateboarding, indulgence. The actor says that there is nothing but sex, which is the eternal and only theme of the conversation. Too far away, full of barriers. Different from the rebellion and collision that my teenagers tolerated buried in a peaceful life, they were very cool to me at that time, provoking, fighting, staying out all night, alcohol and drugs. What does it mean to them? Is it the same as usual suffocation. Is the bottom line of life's collapse clear or random? They tentatively explore the edge of the bottom line, like dancing on a high-altitude steel wire, they may fall at any time; but I slowly accumulate, but clearly see the qualitative change that day is approaching slowly. Everyone can't help pushing their lives into the abyss. Such a desire for destruction is hidden deep in the subconscious. Perhaps it is the self-annihilation program that has long been written into the genes. With the development of the race, it finally comes to the day when the face is revealed.
I desperately recalled that the content of the movie forced me to write these words to prove that I still have ideas and brains, and that I wanted to prove that the talent I thought I had had never left. It was too tragic. I have no sex, what do I have? I will think of streets, houses, tree shadows, and chaotic parks. These ordinary scenes are still ordinary in the lens, but they seem to be covered with a layer of prying haziness.
So I like the last scene the most. The drunk boy on the sofa wakes up in the soft morning light, facing the mess of the ground and the countless young girls who are still sleeping after the interlaced indulgence, with just awake ignorance, and dazed questions. One sentence, Jesus Christ, what happened.
The movie came to an abrupt end, so, life, what happened?
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