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. That's 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 didn't 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... I'm not saying it's absurd, but it's the best...

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