Double-sided trapped beast looking into the mirror

Gertrude 2022-04-22 07:01:26

"Elizabeth, I don't think it's pointless for you to be hospitalized, it's not good for you, do you think I don't understand?

Existence, this hopeless dream, is not an appearance, but a real existence. When you are awake, you are always consciously alert. The tug-of-war between you and the real you in front of you is dizzy.

Every tone is a lie, every gesture is a lie, every smile is a twist

Suicide no you can't imagine it's not you but you can stay still and say nothing it's not a lie

But reality is cruel. Your escape is not seamless. Life is all-encompassing. You are forced to respond.

I know you Elizabeth I understand why you keep silent Your deadness makes a wonderful character I know you and admire you I think you should play this character until it's no longer interesting and leave it like you drop the other characters"

Anxiety, frustrated dreams, unexplained cruelty "

"I'm not Elizabeth. Our positioning should be the other way around. It'll never be like you and I've been changing."

The script for "Masquerade" was written while Bergman was in the hospital, and I was a cast member.

Language is explicit as well as modified. People put on masks, and their thoughts and actions conflict. In essence, the way of existence is also false, it is a delusional dream, and sincerity is performed with sincerity. Speech and silence are illusions on both sides of the same body.

All the spiritual stretches and hardships are hidden in my body, and the failures have accumulated for a long time before they are broken and manifested. The soul cannot sleep peacefully and strikes together with the body.

I and I are like two-sided trapped beasts, looking at themselves in the mirror, the fake face and the real self are contested, and it is impossible to distinguish. Searching for truth and hope everywhere, nothing is left. There is a huge void between spirit and flesh.

Art sees chaos and gives people consolation. Reality appears sober and numbs. I am vain and ruthless, indifferent and alienated in this lifeless stage performance. Use aphasia to close the self, fear and escape the world, and perform this meaningless drama of existence with deadness.

Transform the self into an object and the other into a mirror, immersing in the other's life consciousness experience. Put a nail into the palm of the hand, merge with the pain, mental violence, verbal traps, and fear experience, conquer the will, stare one by one, and seek self-redemption from the inside out.

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  • Oswaldo 2022-03-21 09:01:54

    Elma's 4P experience is very interesting, "I don't know why I did it that way", and this inconsistency of behavior and thinking seems to bring great pleasure. Perhaps Elizabeth also enjoyed the experience of self-disconnection. Others don't understand and can't explain clearly, but Bergman's light and shadow and composition are really speechless.

  • Kellen 2021-12-07 08:01:40

    I must think of "Inland Empire", but I think more of "Doctor Who" Episode 196 Midnight: A voiceless monster, by repeating human words, step by step becomes a synchronized voice; waiting for the monster to be more than the object of repeating. Say the same thing quickly, and the monster will launch its body and live on the opponent's appearance. Because obviously, "she" has already robbed the other side's poor mind and even soul by imitating from the inside out.

Persona quotes

  • Sister Alma: Elisabet? Can I read you something from my book? Or am I disturbing you? It says here:"All the anxiety we bear with us, all our thwarted dreams, the incomprehensible cruelty, our fear of extinction, the painful insight into our earthly condition, have slowly eroded our hope of an other-wordly salvation. The howl of our faith and doubt against the darkness and silence, is one of the most awful proofs of our abandonment and our terrified, unuttered knowledge." Do you think it's like that?

  • Sister Alma: Karl-Henrik and I rented a cottage by the sea once. It was June, and we were all alone. One day, when Karl-Henrik had gone into town, I went to the beach on my own. It was a warm and lovely day. There was another girl there. She'd paddled over from another island because our beach was sunnier and more secluded. We lay there, sunbathing beside one another, complete naked, dozing now and then, putting suntan lotion on. We had those cheap straw hats on, you know? I had a blue ribbon around mine. I lay there peeping out from under my hat at the landscape and the sea and the sun. It was kind of funny. Suddenly I saw two figures leaping about on the rock above us. They would hide and then peek out. "There's a couple of boys looking at us," I told the girl. Her name was Katarina. "Let them look," she said, and turned over on her back. It was a strange feeling. I wanted to jump up and put my robe on but I just lay there on my stomach with my bottom in the air, not at all embarrassed, completely calm. Katarina lay there next to me the whole time, with her breasts and thick thighs. She just lay there sort of giggling to herself. I noticed that the boys had come closer. They just stood there looking at us. I noticed they were terribly young. Then one of them - the more daring of the two - came up and squatted down next to Katarina. He pretended to be busy picking at his toes. I felt so strange. Suddenly I heard Katarina say, "Hey, why don't you come over here?" She took him by the hand and helped him off with his jeans and shirt. Then suddenly he was on top of her. She guided him in with her hands on his behind. The other boy just sat on the slope and watched. I heard Katarina whisper in the boy's ear and laugh. His face was right next to mine. It was red and swollen. Suddenly I turned over and said, "Aren't you coming over to me too?" And Katarina said, "Go to her now." He pulled out of her and fell on top of me, completely hard. He grabbed my breast. It hurt so bad. I was ready somehow and came almost at once. Can you believe it? I was about to say, "Careful you don't get me pregnant" when he suddenly came. I felt it like never before in my life, the way he sprayed his seed into me. He gripped my shoulders and arched backward. I came over and over. Katarina lay on her side and watched and held him from behind. After he came, she took him in her arms and used his hand to make herself come. When she came, she screamed like a banshee. Then all three of us started laughing. We called to the other boy, who was sitting on the slope. His name was Peter. He came down, looking all confused and shivering despite the sunshine. Katarina unbuttoned his pants and started to play with him. And when he came, she took him in her mouth. He bent down and kissed her back. She turned around, took his head in both hands, and gave him her breast. The other boy got so excited that he and I started all over again. It was just as good as before. Then we went for a swim and parted ways. When I got home, Karl-Henrik was already back from town. We ate dinner and drank some red wine he'd brought. Then we had sex. It's never been as good, before or since. Can you understand that?