I am a little transparent.
Hey, classmate, let me copy your homework.
Here you go…
I don't even have a name, my classmates usually have my name.
No one pays attention to me, no one sees me, no one cares about me.
Can we have dinner together? Let me send it to you. Sorry, I already have an appointment. No, thank you.
How beautiful and generous she is.
I looked in the mirror...
How beautiful she is in the mirror.
I kept stroking the mirror, pressing my face against it, feeling the cold touch.
This makes me feel comfortable.
I laugh... She laughs too...
Intent: This is a terrifying fable about "disappearance": when society is only willing to open windows for "beauty", "ugliness" can only be seen when it splits into ghosts. The four pearl-like scars in the palm of the hand remind us: behind every "perfect" Lin Wan, there is a "classmate" who was buried alive and oozing blood in the cracks.