Gloria Crespo MacLennan Very sutile and delicate way to deal with the anxiety of our time. Done with imagination and risk
Lu Daosen died.Why Lu Daosen commit suicide. With the rapid population growth and 40 years of rapid economic development, "we" developed from the era of collectivism to the "me"individualism, after the reform and opening up, individualism.Classes began to solidify, How to use labor to obtain more survival resources is a top priority. It is full of challenges for ordinary people to change their living standards. I am always worried about being eliminated, and anxiety arises spontaneously. The chance to change myself becomes very small with age.
Lu Daosen died.He is 26 years old? and is an internet celebrity freelance photographer.Why did Lu Dawson died? Before his death, he published his will online, which stated that he was a left-behind child in the rural areas. He was bullied as a student and became a dream chaser living alone in the city when he grew up. And he has no love or money in the big city, his dreams are squeezed out by reality, and there is no future.His story is not an isolated case.With the rapid population growth and 40 years of rapid economic development, "we" developed from the era of collectivism to the "me"individualism, after the reform and opening up, individualism.Classes began to solidify, and the rise of migration and urbanization created a modern stranger society characterized by anonymity and disorder.Since I was born with competition, I did not realize the importance of education when I was at school, But when I entered the society, I found that education is very similar to "competitive sports".How to use labor to obtain more survival resources is a top priority. It is full of challenges for ordinary people to change their living standards. I am always worried about being eliminated, and anxiety arises spontaneously. The chance to change myself becomes very small with age.Eventually Deer Dawson stopped at the intersection.In the city of stars, there is no light to light it up. Those dreams that have been poured day and night have become endless dust, no one will remember. It is a pity that you died and the news made me know you in this way.But why am I not someone like you? Every day I walk at the crossroads of the garden and see the endless stream of people.
I know our identity will not go into history, our names will not be in the archives of history, but we are still full of vitality, and in the fierce competition of modern life, some disappear like animals, others stay.Each individual's story is an epic full of metaphors and symbolism.