Telescopes and key holes.

All my secrets.

It was Father's understanding.

It's mother's attachment.

The screen is fine.

The screen.

God's perspective makes dreams come true.

Let me find you.

Lost.

It'll turn into rebellion.

Let's make it sweet.

It was still in heaven that he was also a resident artist in Hangzhou, and he said with his camera bag that Ishi Yun Peng had sent him, but he was not expecting to go around and return to Beijing. Sword Fai is a documentary director and has just completed his virgin work - Retrace the Guide. I watched this two-hour film on the New Year's Eve, and I was impressed by the end of the film, where he picked up the box of Stone Clouds and started reading Marx's Capitalism on the street. The cheap loudspeaker, which was so much bought, did not spread the sound everywhere, and as a camera-held "director", he said, "No one seems to care about us, but it doesn't matter, at least I still care about you." The whole documentary ended and I started to get a little bit of air.

At the beginning of February, I said that it was important for those who care about you to see you. That afternoon, I set up my camera and recorded it for almost four hours, and he spoke so loudly about every moment of his life from birth to love. I said, "That's it for today," and suddenly he said, "So soon, how come?" His personal history is extremely good, with only half an hour of condensed versions available for easy dissemination, with time available to suggest full records.

The children who watched TV day after day, the bad kids who did well, who went to bed with their pals, who witnessed high school violence, the back of the art student cranes, the first love of the housemate who became lovers, the dream lover who had been forced to break up because of the mosquitoes, the mother who warned the police about the Kowloon suicide, the spy binoculars deep in the tailor's father's locker, Beijing's slutty life and sneaky self-smuggling, the fear of poaching pictures installed by the Qing Brigade, and a bunch of stories hidden. During this afternoon, he condensed his life into a seemingly unattractive tone, as the director's clipping of the story, as well as a detailed description in the camera, more like an exercise in the sandboard, a personal object, events, scenes, and retreating.

The documentary is a self-fulfilling history, and those with cameras have to confront and reconcile with the world. Life, as seen in the lens, is on the screen. It is comforting sighs, bitter insinuation, complaining about absurd fates, and struggling in the mud.

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I'm an ear.

Sword Fai

"1 Homescape, showroom, night

Two broken glass, and the broken glass spilled over. Tomek jumped out of a high window, and after he looked around, he walked along the dark lights and the lighted building.

He went into a showroom, touched the light and started searching for something. The flashlights light up various instruments. At last he found it - it was a multi-fold telescope that he covered with his clothes and escaped."

The short film of love

I was really excited to see this film for the first time in my third year. I see my desire is being physicalized. I'm a peeper. And from then on, I'm gonna let that multiplication binocular go into the gap of my life.

Father has a hobby he doesn't know I know. He returns once or twice a year, up to three times. There'll be a telescope in the nightstand when you get back. Some are new, some old. Every time I go out, I'm going through his bedside cabinet like he's not going through my love letters, letters, journals, and then I'm going to pick up the binoculars and look across the window of his bedroom. In most cases, I can't see anything. All I can see is the word "sniff" and the soot on the blue glass across the old block, and sometimes, of course, the couple who fight and the children who do the homework. All of this incoherent piece of life doesn't matter at all. The important thing is that every time I pick up that telescope, my father and I overlap.

My father's incompetence was detected early.

I was sent back to school once.

He asked me, "Did you look at anything you shouldn't have?"

He was so nervous, his eyes were on the road. I know he's talking about a five-dollar yellow disc I bought in front of the Black Net.

I said, "What?"

"On the CD."

I'm not talking, I'm scared.

"I've burned it. Don't look. You'll see it next time."

"Hmm." All I can think about is the picture of the disc burning in fire. After a year, I found that disc once in his closet, and I was so happy. I put it in the new DVD at home, and I directed it so hard. So you're not the father of total abstinence, and you're gonna take it out yourself while I'm not watching. Then We put it back to its place, and I knew that my shadow and my father had overlapped, and that our incompetent father and son had Haha.

I'm not a good kid, I'm not a bad kid.

On Halloween in 1997, I was born in the Hibei Tibetan Autonomous Region of Qinghai. His father was a tailor and his mother was his apprentice. There are more than 3,000 metres above sea level, next to the two factories that build nuclear weapons, only grasslands and cattle and sheep, and nothing else. Every time I smell the steam of ironing, I think of the tailor's shop, the green rags and feet, and the fabric hanging on the wall. They're busy. Mothers throw me in bed to watch cartoons. I don't remember how many times I read "What's up?" and "Black Cat Sheriff." I want to take the Black Cat Sheriff's boat, but I don't want to be Black Cat Sheriff, and I don't want to be the invincible and all-powerful sheriff of justice. I want to be a mouse, an ear with a boat. I called a shoe because I couldn't find my left shoe.

In 2003, their parents moved to work in a steam town in Sining. I started my class in Sining. Later, because of the smallness of the month, the first grade was added to the class. Later, my father felt that the quality of education in Qinghai was poor and sent me to his home, Changzhou. From Sining to Changzhou, swinging green leather takes 36 hours, passing through Gansu, Shaanxi, Henan, Anhu. When the green skin arrived in Changzhou, the hot air of the car came up and there was a strong smell of urine. I love that smell, like I like the smell of steam. It's often late, but it's usually at 4 or 5 a.m., and my father and I go out and eat a bowl of tarts, but I hate the shrimp in it. But it still smells like piss. My grandparents and I lived in the country for two years, and in the fourth grade my father took him to the city's primary school. Since then, I've changed three primary schools, and every time a friend of my classmates who just got in touch disappears. It seemed like I hated people touching my back from that time on, and I tickled. One night in the sixth grade, I found myself growing my first pubic hair and wet the bed that day.

Lower secondary schools are sent to boarding schools, and the first half of the first and second years have performed very well. Then I started playing games and went to the black net. All I think about in math class is how to cut yellow cards. Parents have also been very busy since then and have come back every year after New Year. Every Saturday morning I go home, I'll spend $7 on beef noodles, $3 on a Coke, $10 on a four-hour net, $20 on a day. One time I went home after I had a good time, around 5:00, and I fell asleep in bed. It was dark when I woke up, and the first feeling was that I slept the next night. I thought I'd go back to school and study my homework. Look at the clock. It's only 8:30. Oh, I only slept three hours. First time I felt lonely.

My father paid me to buy a high school because his grades were too bad. I cried in my room, and I said I'd study, but it's just a show, so long as I can continue playing games while I'm at school. I found out that a lot of the students in the class bought it, and I enjoyed it. In high school, I still play games. An hour after the lights went out, my friends and I went over the fence in the dorm and ran to the northwest corner of the school. There was a dog hole, and there was a dog hole, and there was no dog hole, and there were three wires on the wall, and the teacher told us that there was electricity on it, and we leaned very carefully under the wire, but there was no electricity. It's a vegetable field outside, and when it rains, it's mud. We stormed the network with a temporary ID. "Back night." "20." At 6:00 a.m., I got a three-dip bag of tea eggs and soybean soybean and walked into the school like a student. Of course, we have all been caught, but never punished. They'll just call you parents and let you stand and teach. This is nothing compared to playing games. One day after the second shift, I realized I couldn't understand physics and chemistry. I think, at least you can go to college and play games while you're at school. Then everything went as well as I wanted, so it made me sick.

Well, I don't want to go down. I'll write something about my documentary. I came to Beijing in June 2021 and my parents gave me 300. I live in a dirty, stingy youth road. I looked across the bed at that skinny young man who had been lying down for almost a month. He said he wanted to be an actor, and I enjoyed it, and I couldn't take it anymore. I left there, went to another young traveler, met an older brother, told me he was a peeping maniac who used to wear surveillance of the building across the street and took out his card every night after work. I love it. I feel like everything's coming to me. I was also a peeping maniac, so I quit my job in December of that year and saved my desires in the way of peeping. He Fa said he was filming me. Yeah, he was filming me. Am I not you? Am I not me? An incompetent ear? And I saw it in that telescope, and I saw it in the black lenses. Is this a fucking telescope or an endoscope? Both?

I'm getting fond of my father, like an incompetent peeping maniac, like a loser devoured by his own love.

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