It's hard to briefly describe how I feel, after all my life is like a thin sheet of paper in comparison.
Sebastian's pictures have a fantastical, surreal visual punch, sometimes heaven and sometimes hell, perhaps because reality is sometimes more cinematic than cinema.
When I saw the photos of gold panning, I thought of the short film "Flying Train". The people at the bottom were like a donkey with an apple hanging in front of me, tempted by an illusory interest to drain themselves. The skinny babies sucking on their mother's shriveled breasts, the human figures with a piece of skin stuck to their bones, are still struggling to drift toward the unknown shore, and those people who have been numb in the face of too many deaths are more shocking than "1942". The civilians who were sacrificed in the struggle for interests were shoveled up like garbage, and the tents of the refugees were like graves... How this photographer mustered the courage to look directly at these, human beings are really bad.
I even thought about the boy who was with the dog all the way, how the dog and he didn't bite each other. The repeated "persistence, persistence, persistence" in it, why persist? Is such a dazzling life struggling to survive for the sake of admiring such brilliance? This forced meaning is so meaningless.
After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't understand. Maybe some people want to see what the distant place they are looking at is like, some people want to wait until the barren mountains grow into the forests in memory, and some people want to see whales flapping their tails and splashing waves... alive People always have the idea that, after all, living is the purpose itself, and it is the meaning itself.
The traces we have left on the earth, like the footprints on the desert, are quickly blown away by the wind. As the "salt of the earth", we are tiny powder particles. But salt is a flavoring agent and a preservative. It was once regarded as a permanent thing, which is also the power of human beings. "Hundreds of small roads are made step by step" and "There is no road on the ground, and when more people walk, it becomes a road." There are similarities and the same purpose. Human beings witness the eternity of time together with the earth and grow together with all things. reincarnation.
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