Six boxes

Author: Miss Ai
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Publish Date: 2004-07-01
Features: This book is one of the "I Hate Fashion Five-Color Series," a collection of contemporary essays. The works are rich in content, cleverly crafted, and exquisitely written, reflecting the author's thoughts and emotions from different perspectives. They fully demonstrate the author's profound literary talent and unique writing style, making them highly commendable. This is the author's experience of falling from the 24th floor, to the sound of her head breaking. From the 24th to the 21st floor, it forms a box "intruder." From the time in her mother's womb, I have formed dreams and attitudes toward the world. On the 23rd floor, a group of people are rehearsing the play "Vagina Monologues." I was once obsessed with small theaters and even "It's Okay to Be Different, It's Justified to Be Cool" ambitions. The people on the 22nd floor are a group of unrealistic individuals, dreaming about becoming overnight millionaires in their daydreams. I just smiled and moved on. Compared to wealth, I am more fascinated by my friend who wears fishbone ties because they are playful and authentic. The 21st floor is so sexy. However, there are no lasting parties in this world. When the beauties leave, sorrow returns, and I feel sad for "youth." From the 20th to the 17th floor is the second box "In Life." Life begins by touching material through eating, and fashion sparkles on the streets of the times. I have enjoyed eating along the way. Until the "toxicity" of fashion sets in, only then can one become a "new poor class." Yes, a signal has already appeared. As the concept of life changes, the center of life begins to shift to the kitchen, where we enjoy the rights and duties of survival. The third box "King of Numbers" occupies the 16th to the 13th floor. Numbers constitute the order of the world and drive the development of society. The principle is simple, but it consumes our entire lives. In the face of increasingly powerful reality, the mainstreamers are those born in the 1970s, raised on wolf milk, yet indifferent to "Who am I?!" Numbers are actually "manipulative," planning everything, even parts that people once thought were "impossible": the library is a big bread; art is: daytime is a sheep, nighttime is a wolf; the scenery by the toilet is the best. The European concept also plays a prominent role in life. The fourth box, from the 12th to the 9th floor, collects "Love Unfathomed." Love begins with men and women falling in love, followed by misunderstandings, entanglements, and eventual liberation, culminating in intense collisions of love. Shattered human bodies fall to the ground, sparks fly, and new life is born endlessly. Love is the solvent of life; let's refresh ancient Beijing with love. Though a bit naive, if you love, love, and love again, what's the harm? However, as soon as people fall in love, they start to use each other. Yes, love is increasingly becoming a luxury. Taking you to bed every night, love still doesn't return. "Love Unfathomed" constitutes the human condition. The fifth box "King of the Eye" spans the 8th to the 5th floor. Eyes rolling out of their sockets do not mean they are happy, but attention has become the economy and entertainment. I am a voyeur, and I must "criticize because of popularity"—the new invasion force of McDonald's, the foolish family of IKEA, the triviality that makes H?agen-Dazs, the Chinese charm of Tang suits—this is not just my attitude but also the style of fashion. Similarly, various dazzling makeup techniques also shine and dazzle for the "eyes." Until, we go through one "level after another," becoming listed figures. The sixth box "Midnight Charm" spans from the 4th floor to the bottom of the building. When the body feels tired, the mind runs even more wildly at midnight. Before merging into darkness, let's chatter a little more. The destination of the weary is to immerse themselves in sweetness and tranquility. Life is just a process of moving from one box to another, and behind every door, there are always new discoveries waiting. Let's set off one by one. Then, there is one last thing a poet must do: to live with resentment. Not much more.