Chapter 29 don't spoil the sex scene

"Be careful! Don't destroy the scene!" After making love, if you say such a thing, I'm afraid it will shock everyone present. The so-called scene, of course, is not the scene of the crime, but the scene of sex. Messy sheets, overturned cups, faucets that are too late to turn off, and telephone receivers that are too late to hang up will cause different scenes depending on the severity. "It's just sex, it's not murder, what's there to keep alive?" For people who often get in and out of different beds, this is really too much fuss. However, according to my investigation, the frequency of cases where the distinction between murder and sex cannot be cleared is not low——

"Hey... Did you kill him?" Such interrogative sentences are said to often float over the bed like clouds. Faced with a body that twitched for a while, eyes closed, and breathing seemed to stop, no matter who it was, it was quite natural for anyone to ask similar questions. For some, though, "keep the sex going" isn't about not being able to tell the difference between sex and murder. "...Every performance is a birth; and every ending is a death!" This is the gorgeous impression of the famous actress Helen Sinclair stepping on the stage, which happened in Woody Allen's movie "Bullets Over Broadway".

Practitioners who maintain the sex scene are probably facing the bed with the same mood. For these people, the scene left after each sex has a precious record value, because each process only happens once on this earth. It is unique, and there is absolutely no possibility of doing it all over again. A piece of soot that falls on the wooden floor in a certain second; a body odor that will accidentally float into the nostrils under a certain turning angle; just open your eyes when the plane passes by the window, and you can look at it with confused eyes The flying red light that was getting farther and farther away; while calling out a name softly, I remembered another name that I thought I had forgotten for a long time...

Each of these little details appears in unpredictable ways in different lovemaking sessions that cannot be rehearsed.There is no way of commemorating it other than keeping the scene afterward. The piece of soot that fell... the body odor that I smelled... the plane I watched... the name that came to my mind... nothing can be kept as a souvenir of that lovemaking... People who want to remember that lovemaking, because they know that their memory is not reliable, only the desperate, naive, delusional desire to keep the lovemaking scene... until the next sex... Some people want to keep the scene of the sex incident, and some people want to destroy the scene of the sex incident.

The world is made up of those who want to remember and those who want to forget. It is completely understandable to want to destroy the sex scene immediately after the incident, so as not to leave any evidence. "Hey... every time I finish it, I will have the illusion of committing a crime..." I know a lot of guys who are suspicious of themselves. Feeling that having sex is a crime is usually not because of the blame of the other party, but because of the accumulated memories of having sex. Every memory of making love is like a stubborn finger, pointing to a love that happened or didn't happen——

Those who have slept and loved have left behind the dead body of love.Those who have slept but not loved, leave behind a dead soul. A person who compulsively carries all the memories of making love every time he goes to bed will inevitably destroy the scene of making love compulsively every time he gets out of bed... What you want to remember will not be remembered forever just because you keep the scene.What you want to forget, you can't forget forever by destroying the scene. It is indeed a life of futility...