slow-burn (too slow at times), atmospheric, thought-provoking, reminiscent of "the dictionary of obscure sorrows", makes you wonder if you're constantly watched by somebody else. The numbness and depressiveness of the protagonist, and the sense of existential dread are emotions I'm all too familiar with, "I was once alive".
Someone is too good to live in the tough world. So good that is fragiled. Making compliments need to see the facts and devils with the courage,be tough enough to fight. Living a life is not nessensarry to be with compliments, hearing the sound, tasting the tast, feeling the feels ,the moments composed life.