The oncoming vehicle flashed powerful lights. A doomed sudden dodge.
Great fear comes silently. And the car's churning was slow. Waves of hazy feelings from centrifugal force eroded the tense strings. He tried to open his mouth to shout, but air was poured into his mouth. Friction and squeezing. This is an escape captured by silence.
The car's churning was slow. The pull of dead weight and inertia. It's like a strange mixture of contradictions. A kind of unwillingness and anger at the decline of life, but also immersed in hypocritical commemoration. Inevitably broken. Finally, it teases disillusionment with destruction.
The car's churning was slow. Ni Miao, who was in the car, couldn't help but think of Milan Kundera's famous saying: "When the burden is completely missing, people will become lighter than the air, float up, and distance themselves from the earth and life on it. People will only be a semi-real existence, and their movements will become free and meaningless."
"So am I free now? Is it real or half-real?" He couldn't help but wonder.
Intention: Discussion on Responsibility and Desire