Chapter 163 cannibal elevator

The seaside house is small, there is no elevator, and the restaurant may not always be upstairs when going out for dinner. I haven't taken the "elevator" for ten and a half months, and suddenly I am in such an iron box. I always feel uneasy and dreamy.I wrote a story about falling in love with a man in an elevator: In the middle of the night, the elevator in the lobby opened the door, and thousands of butterflies floated out; Na, my love forever." The man didn't notice the iron box, he took the girl home; the girl stepped into the elevator, and the elevator turned into a microwave oven, and when he opened the door, the man saw only a puddle of blood.

The sound, light and color of the elevator always make me feel that it is a microwave oven, and everyone is crowded together, hoping to be roasted to death, it is the people around us. "Psychologists have discovered that when two people go to the same destination, they will not talk in the elevator; if they climb the stairs together, or climb up the long steps that are fragrant with birds and flowers, the two people will usually chat. It’s commonplace to talk.” Slipper Mai Fei said; when he can eat enough, he cares about thinking. The elevator locks people together, but people become alienated and indifferent, which is the legacy of "speed"; we lose the interest of "slowness" and the calmness of "slowness"; we feel leisurely and feel that the next second, The person in front of me still exists, so I probably only think of "developing a relationship" with him. Who would deal with a person who is waiting in the microwave for his birthday?

The person in the microwave oven may have "gone" earlier than us, and will be wiped out when the next number appears. Milan Kundera wrote a book, also called "Slowness", which is very emotional about a life with speed but no direction.I really want to write another novel: Elevators cannibalize people. Every once in a while, each elevator eats up some people, leaving no flesh and bones; everyone just feels that the population is small, going out is quiet, and friends are gone, but they say I can't figure out why. The couple kissed goodbye in front of the elevator, and on a gentle night, the lobby clerk snored like the blues of a whale. "See you tomorrow," you say; but tonight, you may be eaten by the elevator, and your girlfriend may be eaten by the elevator.In the bustling city, we come and go in a hurry, doors open and close, and life is so impermanent.