Chapter 17 night single room

Yige stood in the hotel room, facing the transparent wall, looking up at the dark sky outside.Two of the three moons can be seen, and the starlight is not as dazzling as usual.got windy.He cannot hear.He saw particles of sand knocking against the walls outside, and it looked like a storm was coming. It was late at night, but Yig still couldn't sleep.He is tired, but cannot sleep well.After returning from the hospital, he wandered around the room, facing the dark night sky alone, standing or sitting, talking with himself and the sky.He had never questioned himself so comprehensively.During his years on Earth, his filming went quite smoothly.He had thought he had found his way to the future, and all that was left was the passion to move forward and fight.But the journey to Mars changed everything.

Iger has long been against big business.He inherited the confrontational spirit of many anti-mainstream predecessors, against "big supermarket" movies with homogeneous content, similar packaging, and old-fashioned themes, and created his own "small supermarket" movies.He calls mainstream commercial filmmakers workers, because each of them is only responsible for a small part, has little confidence in the overall plot, and has no aversion to repetitive labor.He almost never stepped into the trading field of the "big supermarket".He scoffed at flattery for a good price, like he scoffed at the animal-carved biscuits on the shelves.He despises the chaotic buyers who blindly follow the trend, just as he despises the pompous and empty aristocrats of the eighteenth century who only know how to compare.He creates for resistance, has an instinctive resistance to uniformity, has a precise grasp of form, and is full of favor for extreme difference.Against the naked money worship and the empty seductive big words, he thinks he has done justice and satirizes the stupidity of the majority for the suffering of the few.

All of these used to be Yige's firm belief in life, but at this moment, he had to face his fundamental doubts. He walked through the red barren soil, and everything here changed his imagination.He didn't think about it until he was leaving, because only at this moment did his introspection show its complete face and clear meaning. For the first time he realized so clearly that none of his actions really rebelled against commerce but reinforced it in another direction.He didn't break the buying and selling logic brought about by commerce, but just created another set of commodities that can be bought and sold.He used the lone wolf as a symbol, thinking he was a free wolf, but he didn't realize that the wolf is fake, but the symbol is real, symbol means imitation, and imitation means consumption.His sarcasm against Tyne bounced back on him, as heavy as it came from.He is also a creator of commodity fetishism, and he has created a language that is indistinguishable from Tyne's seduction.He has never deviated from the true model of the commercial society. He promotes commerce and more symbolic followers. His loyal followers buy his works and souvenirs.He photographed many poor people and used their images to make the rich richer.He asks for money from Yunxiao's building, takes pictures of lonely shadows outside the building, and returns the money generated to the building.Such a cycle, again and again.The people he shoots cannot see the films he shoots.It never occurred to him to share his videos publicly, and while he thought it was fine on Mars, on Earth, such a wild idea would be illogical.

Iggy looked at himself.The black shadow in the glass is thin and bleak.He recalled his whole set of language, tried to analyze how it reflected the light of the world, and he was discouraged.He went to the opposite side of the big business perfectly in form, but he never thought about the light of the world.He is isolated in the context language he is accustomed to, and has not tried language communication.He is happy that his presentation is different from the public, but he doesn't care whether there is a deeper scene after the different presentation.He doesn't look at the works in the big supermarkets, and he doesn't use the language there. He and his followers are proud of this as a verification of each other's identities.But he didn't pay attention to the light of the world, he always paid attention to the image in the mirror.He never asked himself whether his own mirror image could be considered an independent existence if it was just the opposite of a mirror image.He thought that language and language could not be exchanged, nor did they need to be exchanged.

Mirror images can only communicate with each other in the sense of light, and language needs to communicate only for the sake of the world. Igg put his hands on the glass and looked out the window.It was already late at night, and dawn was not far away.The wind blows up and down.There is peace for a while, and it seems to be attacked by gravel for a while.The quiet night is wrapped around the head and under the feet, like a deep sea with waves and dark waves in the distance. The black mountains outline the sad lines of the earth, simple and deep. comminicate.trade.A set of things with their priorities reversed.The original transaction was for communication, and now the communication is for transaction.Communication is forgotten when transactions are not needed.The isolation of language is the creation of collusion, which brings profit, hatred, imaginary identity, and the resulting desire to shop.Exchanges are lost, but transactions grow.

Only people who care about the world care about communication.Yige thought of Luo Ying, and remembered what she said about the same person.This frail girl is full of confusion, and there are conflicting things in her search, but she forgets words during conflicts, and when she faces the contradictions woven into a web, she raises her chin high and is as strong as a princess.He made her cry, but she saved him. Yige looked at the starry sky outside the window, and the stars shone like gods.On Earth, he had never seen such a bright night sky.The earth's thick atmosphere blocked the line of sight, and the neon lights at night were too eye-catching.He knows very little about the stars.He only sketched it out of his imagination.

The sloping roofs near and far are like the wings of giant birds, leaving black silhouettes in the sky.The blue tunnels in the distance are criss-crossed, like the lines drawn on the canvas, bright and slender.The wind and sand seemed to be getting stronger, and he seemed to see them trembling slightly under the wind. Iger turned on the screen and called up the earth news received in the past few days.The news was silent, but in the picture, there were thousands of people waving flags and crowding and shouting.This is the economic crisis this month on Earth.He had heard it before, but only today understood its significance.This is the crisis of the discourse economy.Earth's wisdom stocks collapsed in a matter of days for no other reason than that the agents of discourse became too complex layer by layer, a sentence could be packaged and sold in layers, and an idea could be registered as a bulky and empty commodity.People no longer buy wisdom for its own sake, people buy it without taking it apart, and resell it.Wisdom appreciates and depreciates as it changes hands again and again. The price has risen, but the value of being cared about has dropped.This is a business without capital, without a source of water, many transactions to create a golden packaging balloon, until one day, a needle suddenly pierced it, and the leak of a word brought the collapse of all packaging.The world shook, people took to the streets, ran and shouted, protested and demonstrated, converging into a torrent, full of emotions.

Iger made a decision, decided to continue pushing the database to the earth, to make his creation public, at least on himself, and let the teacher's efforts go one step further.He wants to establish a public discourse space where everyone is responsible for their own thinking and no one uses their own language for profit.Babel.Such a big dream and ambition.When people begin to unify in language, the tower approaches the height of heaven.Earth's media has been completely commercialized, and there is no longer any doubt about buying and selling.Power and cultural capital have reached the greatest tacit understanding, the former paving the way, the latter advocating, reaping profits together and defending each other.Questions are put on the shelves, discussions and flattery rely on packaging to compete.Iger decided to do something.He has never made a similar decision.He didn't know if this was the answer he was looking for, but he knew that the teacher had the silent courage that he didn't have, from a dreamer to an actor, despite the difficulties.

He went back to the bed and lay down on the bed, arms and legs stretched out, touching the landscape framed by flames on the wall.The landscape disappears and Vera appears.She was still the same as the first day he saw her, wearing a floral dress, with flickering eyes, and a sweet and innocent smile.He said the account number and password, expecting her to nod with a smile and reach out to open the door, but she didn't. She shook her head in confusion, shook her head, and still shook her head.Yige understood that his account had been cancelled.Since his whereabouts came to attention, there was no possibility of him entering the system again.He finally said goodbye to Babel, never having the chance to browse the content of the studio again.

Lying on the bed, he glanced up at Vera who was upside down in his field of vision, trying to talk to her.Her unchanging sweet smile and sad night cannot be matched.He imagines the space behind the picture from the screen, and stares silently into the door from the outside of the space.Nine major systems, countless spaces.Sunlight system, air system, water system, biological system, land system, star system, inspection system, art system, flight system.What a simple and original name, like nine thick vines, with idyllic melancholy, intertwined and growing in the virtual world.In this world, every language can be read, like a library.Who once said that if there is heaven, then heaven must look like a library.He raised his hand and twirled the small ball beside the mirror frame.The glass on the wall of the room changed from colorless to light green, light yellow, light red, and lavender.Turn again, back to transparent.He saw the galaxy densely covered in the sky again, the stars were shining brightly, like a god shining above his head.

Iger finished watching the teacher's last film.The teacher narrated that it was a remake of an ancient oriental fable.The fable tells the story of a person who went to another city and saw that the people there walked beautifully, so he wanted to learn, but he didn't learn it for a long time, and wanted to go home, but found that he had forgotten his own way of walking.The teacher said that this was the saddest of all fables.The reason why it is sad is because it is true. Iggy lay quietly on the bed.The wind outside the window stopped.He remembered that there was no rain on Mars, let alone storms.No one would think of the storm, the storm was just his hallucination.He lay on his back, soundlessly.The first ray of sunlight came from a distant place, and the morning was coming.He fell asleep unconsciously.