He lay down in the bathtub, channeling himself in the water with his other self. Water is a good channeling medium. It has to be said that there are so many fields that this film traverses, it is actually huge.
I watched the movie in two days. Disappointed. There is a sense of fatigue like doing Sufi whirl dance, which is a brand-new sense of return after release. This film is like a personal back garden, not necessarily for everyone to watch, or some people don't know what to do after watching it, and they are at a loss. Of course, it's not necessarily a matter of knowing how much, and spiritual impressions don't necessarily have to be glamorous.
The film uses a lot of symbolism in Jung's theory. Like roses, hands, nudes, cigarettes.
It is worth mentioning that the smoke rings are vivid. He spit out lightly. In the description of a necessary connection between the inside and the outside.
Of course, thanks to the interspersed subjects such as theology, psychology, history, philosophy, linguistics, etc., this puzzle-like piece is more abundant. There is no end to those who like it. The third rose in my hand is a new beginning.
Emotional descriptions are embellished in this film, but the main line has always been: remember anyway.
He has always remembered what he had. I don't know if life started in search of what he lost. But you need to remember what you got.
If you still want to love, you shouldn't forget her.
If you still want to love you shouldn't forget them.
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