I don't understand movies. So I still don’t know whether the documentary has some basic paths or procedures. Do you use reality to project abstraction, or use abstract means to metaphor reality? But this kind of habitual thinking inspired by the narrative of the camera was quickly obliterated, and the power of pure life experience intervened and substituted, so that I had no time to do it again. I couldn't help being moved inexplicably again and again, and tears overflowed my eyes.
The subconscious is of course still subconscious. In the collision of plain statement and perceptual music, history is stretched and thickened, just like itself. Outside, there seemed to be dancing with the love of cholera, the earl on the tree, and the lonely shadows of the Vallejos.
Can let the lonely take the place, allowing it to be called art. There is no time to think about the reality of life inside and outside.
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