I'm glad to hear you're all right

The wife who was humming in the kitchen when her husband fell to the ground, the children whose mother was thinking about jewelry before she died, the passers-by who raised their hands and said I was willing to drink that glass of beer, the indifference to absurd relationships. The movie confines the characters to a space with clear lines. The dance room, the apartment, the airport, and even the bar are regular and dead square spaces. The two middle-aged uncles with big belly, with no ups and downs in their voices.
The relaxing music is impressive, and the stiff, slow, emotionless individuals form a stagnant and pale group portrait in contrast. The walking dead is the perfect description of all the actors in this film, and the whole film is full of empty shots full of characters. The director seems to use the film itself to emphasize the motif: the spiritual death and incapacity of people in the world, the same is true for the film, this film does not need acting skills, does not need the talent of the actors, and negates the existence of people from itself.
The world is that absurd dream. You walk into the barrel, reluctantly, being scorched by the flames of life, slowly turning a blind eye to everything in sight and in the distance. The loudspeaker outside the Boliden company is such a cruel dream, it makes you think you can at least scream and wailing, in fact, in the eyes of others, only the world is turning, only life is moving forward, and your wailing has turned into music.
When you finally ask the question: Is it really okay to use others for your own gain? The answer? "I'm sorry, others have to get up early for work tomorrow."
Everything you poured out to strangers dissipated in your frozen eyes and perfunctory faces, and everything you told relatives and friends finally only flowed back to your own heart, and finally: I'm glad to hear you are fine.
I finally understand why I've been unhappy all my life because I've always been greedy and mean.
What are the pigeons doing?
Thinking while sitting on a tree.
Thinking about what?
Consider the fact that it has no money.
and then?
It's home.
Dear friend, I am glad to hear that you are all well.

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