Very crowded, no light, no soundproof.
I think everyone has a moment to realize something.
Or ignore it, or think about it, feel it.
Eventually, it became an individual who developed a unconscious evasive habit or finally did something.
They're starting to get close to thinking, or looking good.
Many times, before we realized it, we began to escape pain or anger.
We have seen so many ways to hide them or think that they will be able to avert them.
Bury your head in the sand, close your eyes, flee into music, into books, films, into anything that can be rationalized; create bitter humor, or, as careless as possible, wish to give it up completely, with no will; create pain, pain, pain, pain or pleasure, and pray that it can be moved; or be blinded to a god, then thirst for all support, protection, education.
Nothing can be done wrong.
Few people choose to confront them and magnify them.
Because everyone has to live happily, we are not even allowed to acknowledge the existence of pain.
Desires are not encouraged, so filling the gap of unsatisfied love is always hopelessly trying to stuff something useless and messy.
One, alive, I see, remembering time. Nasal sour eyes are hot and overwhelmed.
It's like there's something you can't bear, you can't hold it, you can't take it, you can't take it. Like a show, two strange eyes.
People need each other. Other individuals have gold glitters, like mermaid scales, like copper coins in the mud, silver silks on their armor, drills on spring and summer earrings, metal plating on their eyes and legs, film thinning of photographs, want to be thrown away, goldted on their diplomas.
Most are being resisted and few will believe it.
Human praise is courage. The sun and the sun will draw on each other. If you choose to believe, these flashes will shine across the light. Impressed, warm and grateful, stinged and backed by a shield. But I still want to open it.
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The Turbo is the second drama produced by the North Wind Theatre, and in a month-long collective creation, each of the creators spoke about the dilemma and the impotence of the situation. This article was written for Joon-Lin Zhang, a member of the North Winds Agency, who was temporarily joined in midway because of the departure of an actor. On March 12th, the tree planting festival, let us witness the birth of this play together and join in this vortex.
Time: 7:30 p.m. March 12th.
Location: Centre for Social Organization Services in the Streets outside the Zongwen Gate (navigation: 68 North Ribbon Road)
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By Joo-Lin Zhang
A man can do well without suddenly dying.
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