Saint Laurent

The main character cherishes a crude sea taken with a smartphone Like an object as an object of fetishism The sea was the place where I broke up with my lover Thats why the meaning of private secret springs up He puts the sea on his laptop and looks at it all day He mistakenly thinks that he is going to Saint Laurent a place of pure love with his lover even though the sea is leading him Who Makes Fiction Neither you nor me Calculated reason cannot enter the truth of fiction You have to rely on something else As if his longing was desperate he goes into fiction and disappears with the sea The world is the same but he is not But he is still in reality Because he didnt move a single step in the corner of the room Perhaps that was his trick Borrowing powers other than reason coloring oneself like an existence longing to become pure Im not saying its absurd but its the best