The sky in Yangnan City is always covered with a layer of diluted gray, like ink that cannot be washed away.
In my office next to a narrow alley, I watched girls one after another climb out of the abyss, then turn around and become part of the abyss.
Shiyao was haunted by nightmares and practiced a standard smile in front of the mirror in the early morning;
Su Su changes from a trembling victim to a cold rule-maker;
And I, with their evidence and debt in hand, was caught between the gears of the system.
We use debt to fight violence, use records to liquidate damage, and use "controllability" and "optimization plans" to package collapse.
Some people are waiting for graduation in their dreams, while others are becoming nodes in reality.
When revenge becomes a rule, when resistance becomes a system, who can tell the difference——
Are we saving ourselves, or are we becoming the next perpetrators?
This is not salvation,
It is a never-ending cycle built with scars.
Intent: In a city enveloped by rules and trauma,
Those who try to resist the abyss,
It is easiest to become part of the abyss.
We reproduce harm in the name of self-rescue,
Using revenge as the blade becomes a system,
Finally, between control and collapse,
Follow-up question:
true freedom,
It's an escape,
Still holding on to the last bit of "I" in the sinking world.