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Lonely Road Recollecting in Not Empty feeling Part1

Once upon a time, I used to appreciate movie masterpieces so often, and that situation of my habit and described movie sequence's own image as so lonely road and that modus ponens dragging own not so empty atomosphere felt so at least to me is hardly found at nowadays reality, necessarily that situation is shared to anybody necessarily with now COVID pelilous reality, and anybody is obliged to deal with each momentary necessary meticulous duty and only consumes each precious time only for reacting each instantly assaulting reality's toughness.


Eventually to my mind, only even if that is just empty and that aspect less to miss, nevertheless, at old movie masterpieces must have been accompanied at not so few part of printed rolls as only human absence landscape shot in medium length running as duration of movie, that appreciating occasion is perfectly lost to our daily life mode.


Necessarily, if we carefully try to find our own time and when we walk around our own municipal town or so, that appearance could be easily found to anyvbody, nevertheless, anybody is to some extent obliged to neglect that arbitrarily reacting mind only for consuming each busy and overwhelmingly hurrying our mind rhythm, eventually anybody could be obliged to solve cost cutting device only for contributing capitalism economy ciculation.


That time stopping tasty empty but not so tragic nor pecimistic that kind of lonely landscape is anytime never lost and consistently watches our only busy daily move like guinea pig or so, just they only sneer, but necessarily they do never say nor react anything.
Landscape is constantly only landscape, emptiness at that is just only itself as being only empty. That's what it takes, only the saying is proper.


Only anonimous, but simultaneously so unique, that thing could be effective at only landscape, at human individual, anybody could have some spooky mind, when we cross with the one, unidentified atmosphere must stick us, nervously, usually, but that mutual so hard gap must be our inevitably entangled reality, you know.


(to be continued)




Oct. 3rd.     2021