The comment section said it well, a large MV. Psychedelic and realistic. After watching the movie several times, I went to see the concert under the Berlin Wall. Ten years later, I still have the opportunity to listen to Pink Floyd's small live performance, although the lead singer has been replaced. Little Red Pig is timeless.
The wall between people is always there, even if the wall is torn down. All that was poured out was the cement bricks, and the wall made of your flesh and blood was always in my heart. In an institutionalized and standardized modern society, the role of each person is probably at most a screw, or a small gear, which is mutually tangled and engaged, so that the social wheel can turn.
If you want to be accepted by this wheel, you have to polish yourself into the shape he needs, maybe you need to grind off the corners, or even mix it into sand, and then mix it with other sand, you have me, I have you, and then be The mold takes shape and becomes what the social giant needs to look like, a gear, or a wall brick; a sausage, or a piece of bread; a compass, or an axe. What changes is the shape, and what remains the same is the character. No matter how you change it, you cannot change the walls of this system.
Also worth mentioning is the desire and fear of women, or, in other words, love. The female body is both the bearer and the releaser of lust. A woman is both a lover and a mother. The womb is both the source and the destination of a man. His crazy demands from a woman can never satisfy his childhood thirst for maternal love. The moment he broke away from the mother's body, the wall between mother and son was already built.
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