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Narrow space, no wifi. Only the buzzling of air. 

First time binged watching videos at the altitude of 33999 feet. Every video has two ads that I accelerated. But not every video could play slowly till it stopped because I clicked the home button.

Movies, dramas, documentaries, music, games, intros... Forgot how many play button I've clicked. The most comfortable contents were with subtitles. Without subtitles they were just images flowing on my eye balls which beyond my conprehesion because my creative thinking was in bed though my eyes were opened, half-opened. 

On the subtitles, I saw something, something I can still recall 10 hours later. 

It feels different to listen to someone talking about the meaning of life up in the sky, in a language I could understand only by subtitles.

He told the story of Peter(Yes, PETER! BIG surprised randomly popped up even in the sky right?) to two widows in a remote village. When they heard Peter really said three times "No, I don't know him" as he was told at the dinner. The reactions on their faces gave the rebellious -him faith in humanity(well educated or not).

How rare it is for a famous pessimistic writer to make hope the theme. They saw in The Student.

Life has not changed since long long ago no matter who lived it. 

On the subtitles, three not-so-warm words define life, one of was difficulty. Yet, life can always lead to happiness. 


 

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