A Marriage in Flux

After their “perfect marriage” falls apart, an urban couple tries all kinds of absurd yet realistic “fluid marriage experiments,” eventually discovering that love is not a fixed contract, but a dynamic coexistence. Marriage is not a chain. It allows room for the struggles of human nature. So you can eat your own steamed bun soaked in human blood. They will always search for a dark crevice to crawl out through, and so they will always look for some false or twisted excuse, such as words, thoughts, or a subtle act of concealment, or a blame-shifting ploy so obvious it only makes things worse. I, for one, think of it as liberation and redemption. But isn't that itself a false proposition?