With the coffee he never had access to and the fire he kept borrowing from the pockets of strangers, Nick could fit in a movie in a day and cut it at every point in his life: the cycle of haunting.
Other people's lives, beginning or ending, or turning points, are sewn into one's line of sight one by one and then wiped out. My emotions ran rampant in my body and I couldn't find an exit, and I went back and forth with "no need". When there is a dialogue, the eyes swiping up and down wander again and again; when there is no dialogue, the eyes are framed into the moving car window, and the movement outside replaces my "constantly looking" - I know the feeling of looking out of the window too, I know too well that this kind of distance makes me not participate in the world in my eyes, the burden is extremely compressed and the self-consciousness is infinitely extended. This feeling is so addictive that I spent half an hour on Wednesday afternoon looking out the window for a while last year, with a lot of confusion and ignorance, to let my ideas come out.
I've been in a daze a lot lately. Because the work of the collection has been stuck for a long time, I always feel that I can't get around it. With boundless anxiety and doubt, my heart is in chaos. So I remembered the ohboy that my senior recommended before, and I downloaded it on the computer at that time. I watched it at 4 o'clock in the afternoon after thinking about it for two hours to no avail. I have a hunch that I will watch it again in the future.
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