Maybe it was the combination of rather sad music, the exhaustion, and an extremely compelling story,
but I didn't quite realize crying would hurt my eyes themselves. I look like a devil with red eyes.
I need sleep. Not bad really. Only 12:15. Much earlier than late. Hold on, gonna get some Emergenc. And some nicer music.
I have never been so deeply moved by a work than I have been by Parasite. It is one of the most gory manga I have ever seen. With the most amazing story that deals with some concepts that have been oh so hard to collect myself. Dark things that are unavoidable. I suppose.
My eyes still sting.
And I keep randomly catching coughing fits. What's up with that?
But yes, back on that whole, macro/microcosm, I noticed from the series, there seemed to be a lot of meaningless deaths. But it almost brought the argument, at least to me, what makes a meaningful life?
No more talk of the future taboos. I need paper. And bed. night.
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