sky pours down onto earth

I let the material world beat me down and gaslight me into forgetting the essence. The dreams that are at the foundation of my existence. I go to sleep every night as a false promise of escape, but I end up right where I started. I wake up and look around, trying to yet again process where I am and who I am.

There are certain truths about reality that we all feel subconsciously. Certain certainties at the core what we deem to be human. Reality, as we experience, is a mess of semi-spiritual and semi-material existence, platonic ideals and jungian archetypes filtered through hormones and neurons, childhood traumas and adult anxieties. Who can understand life by studying one aspect of it? Who can build a Rubik's cube by solving one side of it? Li Yu's films are beautiful symphonies of psychological complexities, poetic symbolism and philosophical musings. Here, romance coexists with familial drama, capitalist struggles coexist with spirituality, happiness coexists with the macabre, and acceptance coexists with grief. Themes come together in a sublime tapestry. The abyss of the subconscious is pulsating underneath the surface the entire time.