Incredible?
Since you know that you are only a barbarian, just an ordinary person, then don't force yourself, trying to elevate your thinking to the height of genius.
There are some people in the world, the mundane and the mundane will become strange and complicated in their eyes. They are extraordinarily sensitive, and they always discover the hidden beauty and sin of the world. Even in the face of horrific abscesses, freaks, and even death, they have sparse curiosity and concern.
Their curious and concerned eyes make ordinary people shudder.
Like Nicole, like her blurred and thoughtful eyes, lips that say nothing, proud jaw and strong outline. At a glance, people know that she is a tragic genius who cannot be restrained.
We have excess curiosity and a sense of betrayal. We don't want to be unconventional, we are just born to be rebellious.
It's not all about me, it's just how you look at me.
Because she has something in her heart and something in her body, no matter where she is, she is always alone. Like Quetherine, she is lonelier than fireworks, and the things she loves most are the most gifted things that bring her the most loneliness.
Because it cannot be understood and accepted by the masses.
In the beginning, she wept untimely and weakly in the well-dressed crowd, and that's because she didn't find and enjoy her loneliness. She is destined to be lonely, because she is destined not to belong to those sanctimonious beasts. It's not in her nature to follow the rules, but she struggles with the constraints of the flashy self-esteem of the middle class. She opens herself up on the balcony and closes herself in the bedroom.
If you know you can't be classified, don't force yourself to be classified into someone else's team. Love your own loneliness. Love the world from your own perspective, as always.
Because there will always be eyes that appreciate you, the people you're looking for are looking for you, the ones looking for each other, the real freaks.
So she came alive. Even in the eyes of ordinary people, her ethics are dead.
Seeing Leno for the second time. He made her take off her coat. Everything seems to be ambiguous and erotic, strange charm, but in fact, it just released the real needs of her heart. She just needs another sensitive person to interpret her bounded thoughts. Just need a kind of relief, and then talk about how to fly.
They are naked. This is also just a symbol, a symbol of complete frankness and innocence. No longer hiding in one's own skin and ignorant of the pain of others. Now, even the heart is exposed. Like brothers and sisters sleeping naked in a dream home, there is absolutely no sense of ethics. They do it completely out of nature, not even emotional. We're all used to it, aren't we.
Leno took off his skin and swam to the sea under Diane's watch. Thinking of the cynical grandpa in the beach boy, knowing that he was going to die, he chose to return to the sea with the surfboard in the stormy night. And Jake, who always lives in the blue sea and blue sky. Or the captain in the woman who smells incense, who bids himself farewell with cheerful travel and bullets.
The point is not how to end your own life - because life never ends and you will live in someone else's heart - the point is whether you end up in the burial place of your dreams. Where you belong, do you bring the power to continue life with those who love you and those you love.
Leno's album collection for Diane, the future, Diane's portfolio. The first one, the title of the work, Leno, the second one, Untitled, the third one, Untitled, and down, still Untitled. She smiled, she knew that by relying on his breath, she could swim farther in the sea, but in order to swim, she ultimately depended on herself.
If this album set had a name, I thought, maybe, it would be called Possibility.
I haven't seen Diane. Abbas's photography, and this surreal film, has no intention of portraying her real experience. The only thing that can be inferred is that this woman, with her forbearance, pain and sensitivity, influenced the concept of an era.
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