What is an era?
What is the essence of an era?
What is the pulse of an era?
This is a very complex and difficult question, and no one can summarize these contents in a sentence or a few brief words.
The lives of the rich are a reflection of an era, the lives of the poor are also a reflection of an era. It is impossible for a person to grasp every little detail, every change of an era.
If someone asked Lynch this, Lynch would tell the questioner to ride a bus from the busiest street to the poorest area and see this era with their own eyes, see the reflection of everything along the way.
Here, it is the same.
The myriad of human expressions at the exhibition gave Lynch a very unique feeling, like he was detached from the entire world. Perhaps this feeling stems from the soul he has which comes from another world.
