🌆 I need someone who can face death hand in hand with me
I watched the movie 'Grandma's Grandchild' over the weekend and cried for the first time in the cinema. As the cast began to roll, I was still curled up in my seat, sobbing uncontrollably.
	
There is no melodramatic plot, delicate like a trickling summer, pomegranate trees bloom and bear fruit, fall, and people come and go. People start facing death from birth, like planning a long large-scale exhibition, with every moment hanging high in the building.
	
I don't know why, but I have come to understand loneliness and companionship. Why do humans use reproduction to combat loneliness? I just want someone to hold hands with me and fight against the reality of death, all kinds of deaths, all kinds of separations.