It was overwhelming, to watch the compresssion of a man's longevity into no much more than two hours.It is just too short, barely a glimpse.
In every scene little Ben became younger, I perceived my body and mentality aging. As if it were my marrow he had been drinking. And I have no idea why I was so susceptive.
Death is not what I concern, yet loneliness.
The heavy, interminable loneliness he went through. Partly because of Ben's unique. But like what Mr. Oti said, "We are just as alone as they are."
I do want to travel, to sail all the way to Florida keys and make love with my Daisy and have a babe. But after all, but what lasts?
Even while some things last, I go to the end. I felt my grip of God become frail. And the world is drifting again, in a random universe.
