I once watched a shocking AV movie. It seems that the story takes place in the future, where nuclear pollution is everywhere on the earth. Everyone must wear airtight radiation-proof suits, covered from head to toe in thick, rubber-like black skin. No facial features can be exposed, and no distinction can be made between men and women. From the beginning to the end of this AV, there are two [black sacks] stuck together, rolling around, doing various actions in various places. There was no sound, just the sound of rubber rubbing against each other. To this day, I still remember this AV (actually it may be GV, because it is really impossible to distinguish between men and women), and I feel endless sadness when I think about it. I even think that the director is making a metaphor: we do the most intimate things that the closest people can do, but in fact our souls are still in our own rubber bags. Our bodies are as close as minus ten centimeters. Our hearts are hiding from each other, hiding where the other cannot see. I hope there is a possibility. It is impossible for two people to get into each other's hearts through some primitive and natural way. Being able to understand the most lovely things about each other. I'm sure someone will be moved by this. At least I will.