possibly too on the nose but an argument could be made about the zombies of late capitalism as flaneurs enslaved by the gaze towards commodities, their "memory" driving them back to the mall as usual habitat for the postmodern subject, only it is not so much subjective or agential memory as it is physical movement corporeally inscribed into the rhythm of everyday
于文文的小粉絲:121.77.116.120
觀影過程像是接受了一場新年沐浴。溢出的無言憂傷、脆弱像是山間微風(fēng),無影無形但的確牽動人心。Sorrow is nothing but worn-out joy.