The name "My Own Idaho" is nowhere near as remote as "Boogie Skies" sounds, but it's also not as poignant.
"My own Idaho" is ridiculous, what can we have on our own?
Phoenix is constantly wandering on the road with no end in sight. Whether he has his parents or not, his love is the same whether he has Levi's or not. He is just a toy played by the world.
What life provides most of the time is a sense of powerlessness, a sense of powerlessness that is endless.
Whatever you do is wrong, and everything is done with sympathy. But if you don't do it, you will be sorry for yourself.
The motherhood and love that Phoenix is looking for comes only when hallucinations come, and they are vulnerable. After waking up, the huge gap and loss can't be filled. When there is a hand that wants to squeeze you into a certain shape, Levi's didn't hold on, and Phoenix didn't hold on to it - Levi's lost to the so-called superficial Cynically, Phoenix lost to the Fall and the Heart.
If there is a way to relieve all suffering in this world, only death.
But death is a deeper pain, no painless death is cruel in cruelty.
You wake up in the morning to maintain a state as if you were alive. You wash, eat breakfast, drink water, walk, and drive tiredly. Keep a polite attitude when calling others. When someone violates your heart, even if the person is a parent, you will feel resentment in your heart.
Lovers are sometimes cute enough to make you tremble, and sometimes they make you unwittingly speak dirty words.
Is there a happiness in this world?
The answer blows in the wind.
Clouds rolled in the sky as Phoenix lay down on the road.
When will this sea of bitterness end?
This constant de-exciting process will last a lifetime, there is no fairness to say, if I choose between standing on the street at night waiting for a chance to make money or lying on a supernaturally peaceful highway waiting to die, I have no hesitation in choosing the latter .
But that's a lie, and we're hooked on material desires, sexual desires, erotic desires, and all kinds of things that make us miserable.
There's no hope, my friend, Gus Van Sant uses movies to relieve helplessness, I use words to detoxify nonsense, we are essentially full of arrows, and we don't forget to remind ourselves of the soldiers who haven't died by constantly expressing.
As I was writing the above, I happened to squeeze a large clump of pale white grease out of the pustule on my leg, and as I continued to squeeze, the grease eventually turned into a clump of blood - I think you understand what I'm describing what.
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