[Modern City·Existentialism·Bipolar Autism]
——Touch is the drowning star, the only gravitational force in the abyss of absurdity.
When Cheng Hengzhou counted the eighteenth piece of peeling cement on the rooftop, there were rapid footsteps behind him.
The moonlight cut through the neon lights and illuminated the red eyes of co-tenant Gu Tanxi - like the sea surface before a rainstorm, covered with starlight like broken glass.
"You hold it too tightly, like holding on to a life-saving straw."
"You are the one who reaches out first."
One uses reason to deconstruct life and death, and the other uses silence to feed loneliness.
Neon is the light of drowning, touch is the unhealed scar,
And the wind on the top of the thirty-third floor revealed the truth——
The so-called "meaningless" life line has long been entangled with the opponent's palm prints that are moist with body temperature.
Cold Redemption · Marginal Dependence · Pain Symbiosis
——If the world is an absurd curtain, can you and I become each other's rope before falling?
Intention: People live for the sake of living themselves