When the blue butterfly split into phosphorus fire of neuralgia on the retina, 13-year-old Yu Ningshu was diagnosed with a disease called "brain storm", which eroded her youth with the frequency of butterfly wings trembling - from the fingertips on the desk that suddenly dissolved into liquid moonlight, to the spasmodic gestures maliciously reproduced in the corridor; from the numbers on the diagnosis sheet that gnawed at family affection, to the tidal surge of silver medicine in the bottle in the emergency room.
In this long struggle between consciousness and body, the butterfly is not only a metaphor for the disease, but also a totem for the girl to fight against alienation. The labels of "crazy" woven into the snickers of classmates, the rusty gears in parents' sighs, and the map drawn by the medical fluid in the blood vessels all ferment into cobalt blue survival dilemmas in the rain. And is the afterimage of the butterfly that always appears during the onset of illness an illusion of abnormal neuron discharge, or is it a soul that has not been tamed by the world and is cracking its cocoon?
This article uses poetic touches to weave the secret war between disease and youth, and uses cold images such as disinfectant, prisms, and phosphorus to construct a painful universe that wanders between medicine and metaphor. Under the double burning of brain nerve electric shock and school violence, a girl was using the fragmented moonlight to write the flight path of a butterfly in the blank space of the medical certificate.
Intention: The tearing of identity recognition by disease, the mental strangulation of individuals by prejudice, and the poetic resistance of fragile lives in difficult situations.