The author expresses a deep ambivalence towards going to the movies, describing it as a painful experience filled with emotions and reflections on life, loss, and familial connections. The protagonist emerges from a movie theater with tear-streaked cheeks, confronting the stark reality of life juxtaposed with the emotional depth of cinematic storytelling. The piece touches upon generational changes, the burden of past experiences on the present, and how art invokes personal grief, ultimately leading to a universal connection among those who experience it together.
I hate going to the movies. Because I came out with a streaky tear face blinking into the dingy reality of the sticky patterned carpet.
We go there with them, he made me go, to be cast out when the hours expire, slammed with fresh-peeled grief onto the narrow sill of our own lives.
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