come on.

I naturally resist when the captain says that "we've built our own little planet" if it goes on to tell yet another twisted Lord of the Flies story from a sociological point of view. After all, I deeply agree that human beings are not worthy, not worthy of being saved, not worthy of gifts, so there is no need to watch another experiment in which human nature leads to self-destruction. However, the story in this direction is only a superficial taste, and even the MRs who were undoubtedly sent to the altar as lambs have returned to work (value creation), and the story has become interesting, so I began to think about another question: why A ship wandering in space must only be a sarcophagus? Why is this moment without a future and no future destined to be destroyed because of the loss of hope? The sentence MR said in the first half, "Is Mars all right?" is the biggest question in my mind.

If nature is indispensable, why is the relationship with nature irreplaceable for "modern people" living in reinforced concrete and submerged in electronic screens? Of course, human society cannot be weaned from Mother Earth for a moment. However, the vast majority of people in the film undoubtedly always live at the end of the social chain that is far away from the land. is it meaningful? Is there psychological redemption to live in an artificially created ecosystem on Mars?

In fact, even if they live on earth, how many people just live on their own Aniara; how many people have really found the direction and value of life in their entire lives? How many people have a clear or vague reason for being other than "to live is to live"? Does Sisyphus, who can only push stones on ships, have to commit suicide because he has lost hope? Life is precious because it is mortal, so the life placed on the ship will not live forever because of this. Why does the reason to keep positive no longer exist?

Why despair, and what is hope, I am still at a loss until the end of the movie.

For the protagonist MR, loneliness is her Aniara, so despairingly wandering on a ship with her lover is far happier, more meaningful, and more meaningful than living alone on Earth or Mars in safety. Glowing radiance - this is the pattern of life I more identify with.

Since modern life has gradually moved individuals away from grand narratives, fighting against nothingness with inner strength will naturally become the survival instinct of "modern people", I would like to "optimistically think".