Just talk about it, so there is no serious title - the title of the previous submission on the official account of Manshe is - " [Article Activity #Goodbye Huili] The title seems to have changed and changed again "

This article doesn't seem to say much about the technical or theoretical analysis of "Goodbye Drawing Pears" - I can talk nonsense "talking about analysis has a feeling of ruining this work", I think I should have some experience with straight balls

It's just my feeling,

When I wrote that text, it happened on April 16th,

It is so similar to the scene in Wong Kar-wai's "The True Story of Ah Fei" that was repeatedly stitched and created, I have to say that this is an accident.

Although all of this is an accidental feeling, I regard it as a kind of fate that is bound to be linked together and write it down,

8:48 One minute after the push, you are with me. Because of you and I will remember that minute, we will be friends for a minute from now on.

It's a fact - you can't deny it because it's past

Then

Thank you Fujimoto bye bye Fujimoto

🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇🎇

If I show my life so far to others

That must be a stinky, long piece of shit.

Editing is necessary, at least some plausible clips, plus a third-person narration, maybe a short film

But I think it's a bit of a fraud for the audience, and a little guilty that I'm far from the person in the movie - even so, I'll cut it like that.

I don't know what the person named Fujimoto was thinking, but when I watched the short story called "Goodbye Eri",

I can't help but think about it

About this shitty movie of my life

I'm not like Yuta

I'm not like a pear

I'm not like a vine

I didn't actually project myself into it.

But I just can see my own reflection,

Maybe I did something that could be called creation, and I also did some things to describe editing, filling in some unfathomable words between words, avoiding everyday words, I should feel guilty, because without these things, I would Those things that are created are bad movies - even so, I still cut them like this.

This is where Fujimoto is so powerful, and he picked this part out with disapproval

It's a pleasure to feel that my life is a shit movie.

It's like saying I'm an idiot in emo;

But it's not really a bad film when it comes out.

Can't really be a fool either - kind of like

Some people say Fujimoto is mentally ill

I am the kind of person who stopped in the face of desire but pretended to be "desire is a dog, let it bite me, but it is the dog that died" ,

But the dog didn't bite me, I dare not

It exists in my fantasy and needs to be looked sideways.

And Fujimoto, who was the first to bite the dog and survived, was bathed in blood, then stared at me, stared at readers, Eri stared at me, and the movie theater screen stared at me, and then I realized I was actually staring at me in the movie theater, like watching a bad movie that was cut and cut—and it all happened while someone else was staring, even though it was me who stared first.

This structure can continue recursively, just like words explain words explain words, but we know that words are really just an empty conceptual category that people can fill in in various ways - even recording their own poop content - but he ended it all,

But I don't know how to end this short essay,,,

"Lack of a touch of fantasy?"

So it's an explosion

Explosion is great for endings and transitions.

But the real explosion is brutal

We all know that when the real explosion happens, my bad movie is over, I can't see the rating, and before the "I can't see" thing is: the calculation of my worth, the one that always calculates the evaluation The machine that is left is finished, ashes and ashes, and nothing remains,

There is no big Other to help me remember - this explosion will come eventually

Explosion with a fantasy color is good, such as the explosion in the movie, such as the explosion of the vine tree, such as the beautiful disappearance of other people's creations, it is difficult to calm down - such as fireworks, not the kind of shoddy electronic fireworks, I am very Love the metaphor, it's like a harmless explosion

These are clips of those real explosions.

Perhaps this explains why the creation,

Why do people like to watch "Knife",

Why do writers who make works that kill me seem to be the product of trauma

I can't tell.

Bleak Bleak Bleak

"Lack of a touch of fantasy?"