[Justice League] Violent Aesthetics

I usually visit a prisoner in prison a month or so before Christmas, and if I had to explain how he was different, it would be that he was a prisoner I caught, both times, although I didn't know that at all. Don't want to do that.

This time I went to visit him a full month in advance, because John's incident always reminded me that there is still such a person who will miss me in prison.

I sent Gerald to the airport, and my hand, which hadn't touched the steering wheel for a long time, insisted on touching the round ring this time. I obeyed its wishes, and let our fate be controlled by both of us.

I watched Gerald lug his trolley case through the sea of ​​people, and I stood outside the glass wall watching him wave to me, just like he insisted on sending me to school a long time ago, because he knew that if he didn’t In doing so, I will definitely skip school.

We switched positions, and one day after many years, you became him, and he became another person.

After leaving the airport, I parked the car at the gate of the Baltimore Police Station, and then I learned about V from my former colleagues. At least I wanted to know whether he had been transferred to prison within a year.

But what I saw was Marcus' stern face.

"We didn't even have time to inform you," he said. "He died, two days ago in prison."

"Killed by some other bastards, probably because of an altercation."

He probably knew that I wanted to ask, so he said again.

"Prison, man, you know."

V's name is actually not V, he has a very serious name, like Billy, Johnny, Lavitch, etc., which can be put on anyone's code name. If he remembered his name again, the only thing he could remember was the face of the prisoner who killed his sister.

I like to call him V, it makes me think of Alan Moore and David Lloyd.

After he was released from prison for the first time, he went to prison again for brutally killing the prisoner who raped and murdered his own sister. It was several years ago. In fact, he suffered from a mild mental illness.

"That God is just, perfect and merciful, but he still doesn't know what they're talking about." When I talked to him about whether he regretted it, he said to me about the few people who hurt his sister.

V wrote me occasionally, but I never replied to one, and we never talked about it when we met, we only talked about the beach, the Aegean Sea, the pearl shells and the boats out to sea.

He is a soldier.

With my back heels on the edge of the flower bed in front of the police station, the car door open so that the melody of the latest Rolling Stones record can easily float out, I rummaged through the keys in my pocket.

Death is merely a passage of worlds, like friends crossing the ocean—they remain forever in another world.

But I shouldn't use this to comfort everyone who has lost a loved one.

We should all try to hate the world, should try to hate the chains of stress that suffocate you, try to hate the person who wants to stick a paring knife through your chest from behind, try to hate everyone, everyone.

yourself.

This Christmas, I'm going to save some money.

I never organize those envelopes properly, and sometimes I can’t remember to open them for several weeks. Now I think about what he will say before he dies. For the honor he thinks, and the V he interprets, I I can't organize my thoughts clearly, so I can only let them go and stop thinking about them.

I just understand that in my relationship map, another person's name has been lost.

As for the rest, I know a few things about the bad-ass Green Lantern in the alternate universe, thanks to Alchemy.

According to the arrangement, he found that Green Lantern appeared in Battambang, Cambodia, Kashmir, India, and Sri Lanka successively. We finally concluded that these places have the same thing, that is, sapphire.

"They would recycle the empty cans to use the metal, which would be easier."

Tona walked ahead of me, and I saw thick clothes and plush gloves in the ice and snow, and the sleigh clanging along the snowy road.This happened a day after I showed up at his door in the evening without saying hello.

I would say she is like a tour guide.

Silver spoons tarnish in the window, and even the most beautiful things are sold because no one wants them.

But insurance also serves as a constant reminder that we actually live in an unsafe world all the time.I answer her.

She glanced back at me, and I looked in her eyes for signs of forgiving me, but I saw nothing.

Maybe we forked at the end of the road.

I'm not sure if she was being kind to me that evening—she probably kept me overnight because of my determination to freeze to death in my jacket and not my rings for warmth.

It was cold outside, and so was the house.

Typically, November shows up when the lights are turned off for the snow-bound squad in Nevada and the chatter starts.

I sat on a small stool in front of the fireplace and threw a wooden stick into it. Sparks crackled and cokes staged a ballroom dance of flames, and I was the only one in the audience.

Tona sat on her couch reading a book whose name I didn't know, and I stretched my hands forward to keep warm.

Quiet, quiet, use all the words to describe the quiet to describe this scene.

She doesn't sleep, I don't sleep.

She looked at the book and I stared at the fire.

But we're all thinking about one thing.

"build."

"Tona."

We turned our heads almost at the same time.

There are no legends in the night, I often have dreams about falling.There is no end to the abyss, I am the only one falling, and it is about blood. I only remember the color but not the face. The companions and enemies are soaked in the blood. The blood cells are like red blood cells floating in the plasma.

I couldn't stop the medication during that time, and the sharp pain was barely suppressed without the Demerol.

I don't know if anyone else has the same pain that crushes you in an instant, but I can see the stress and the residue of the pills in their eyes.

Superheroes are just a bunch of regular guys in tight suits.

The fact that you and the world are forever woven together through Einstein's mind must surprise you.

I could only drive away from the police station.

For the sake of belief, to relieve pain, and to comfort oneself, people always like to say "live well for XX, live well for XX", but I just want to say, fuck you, you bastard who died kid.

Now his death was an eloquence, and they, though still able to speak, remained silent.

"Gardner."

The deep and familiar voice played directly on the stereo in my car.

batman.

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