Talk about "me", the red and yellow girl as tasty as a sausage who wants to leave Jack, and Wordsworth's letter to his ideal girlfriend at the beginning already implies that the heroine is a fictional character.
Besides, the parents who traveled back and forth, died and laughed wildly, and the house grew old with them. The lines of aging, the hints of Alzheimer's, the seats full of labels and sudden absences made me horrified. One second we are talking, the next second the world is only endless darkness without any color. As a result, I don't want to pay attention to anyone I see today, because I suddenly realized that we are already dead, and once the car gallops towards hell, our little Jiujiu will disappear like ashes in an instant.
The world has no color, there is nothing outside the car, and I and the pigs I love and rotting come from a shared immortal source. Jack's father asked a good question, if there is no one watching in the picture, how do you know the painting is sad, the heroine said, you can just go and see the painting. I doubt it. But in the play, the cleaners watch the movie, and the movie screen appears directly in front of us, which undoubtedly explains my doubts.
Because at that moment I had a similar sense of being out of the world, I was old, I looked at young men and women, and I felt sad.
And time is chaotic, after all, piles and piles of Oreo ice cream were thrown into the trash can. I don’t know how many times I have had such experiences and memories.
To be loved, to be rescued, to be rescued from the predicament of old age to another dimension. It is impossible for the Messiah to endure the darkness until the light, only the time of quiet darkness, colorless and soundless.
Love is a narcissism, there is no doubt that to love someone is to kill a real person, to kill her excretion, to kill her old age, to kill her thoughts, when you love her, you are just Love to imagine something that comes from oneself. Love is a personal thing.
Compressed microscopic multiple lives, the heroine here, Jack's parents, who have been chaotic in life and death, laughing into broken dust in humor, pigs eaten alive by maggots, a life blizzard that never changes, and a quiet environment.
This moment is eternity. Before this, you are alone. After this, you are alone. Like the ice cream man who grew up after being trampled by the ice cream clown, you will be crushed by the clown again and mixed into the snow, like that , die alone.
Living in the world, I just want to swallow all the troubles in a clever way of "promise".
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