CIRCLE, CIRCLE, CIRCLE
Thom repeatedly discarded the jacket. Like the moment when Cora was saying goodbye downstairs to Thom on a loop. Just like Thom in Yuen Long late at night, he encountered strangers one after another wearing the same style and color of the discarded jacket—the new-style fortune teller with an e-hailing car, the night consultation Quackery and the pandering.
On the circle, there is no distinction between the starting point and the ending point. Everything is circle,circle,circle.