-In the post-Cold War era, the scar literature of Eastern Europe in the 1990s is considered a semi-fictional novel. Chandlerian stream of consciousness.
After the drastic changes in Eastern Europe, the snap of the wave of capital shattered communism on the other side of the Atlantic, and the European political situation was completely transformed. Banknotes and Huang Feiteng have become synonymous with the West, and Eastern Europe is not tolerated by Western Europe. When the Soviet Union collapsed, it left behind a backward economy and infrastructure. A homeless child can only yearn for the West, a place where the ideals that once belonged to them - humanitarianism and free will.
-Double male protagonist CP/CB, [British long-haired beauty bitch professor of geology x cool-headed major of strategic science]
There are guns, military, plastic philosophy, British humor, and political opinions.
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On the Pisantic coast in the dark transition zone, new shoots sprouted in front of my partner's grave. An experimental accident left him sleeping underground. Paris, London, Moscow, Washington, Chikuri... I go to, I feel, and I integrate. I am the main artery of the Industrial Revolution, a wanderer of the drastic changes in Eastern Europe, a witness to the tragedy of the times, and a watchman before the millennium. Listen to the deafening life and watch the dead spirit of human existence.
Strictly speaking, the scientist chapter of my adventure story has ended, and now comes the wanderer chapter. All we can do is wander - in the black hole of thinking that is as transparent as glass, two moralists engage in meaningless unity and separation during the journey.
-The sunshine, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
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Go and seek my grave, about Elizabeth's ashes.
You buried it like a terrible secret, burying it in the cracks of the floor with a morbid sense of nostalgia. He fell to the ground. Professor, how could you find him outside of dreams?
So said the stupid and infatuated ball.
You are crazy, only a madman and a blind man can love me. Look at me, there is nothing worthy of love in me.
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Do you really need arms, reporter? They are like early Byzantine mosaics, flat, ornamental, and impractical. Shots, values and joy were woven in pairs, more and more, and more and more, until finally the threads bound themselves, and they became puppets of the loom, strangled to death by the golden threads in the hands of the three goddesses who thought they were fate. (Deputy CP concept)
Have fun watching.
Purpose: Global human geography science popularization, full of classic historical events and thoughts on human nature, expressing the thought of cherishing peace.
