LETHARGY AND A FAILED WORK

As slices of life kept passing by, I generally kind of did nothing during the pandemic. The goofing leads me to meet many other dissonant portraits of young people in China today who engage in aimless recreation. 

Surreal lockdown, unprecedented social isolation... Society seems to have stopped its footing. The crack between reality and ideals weighs heavily as cultural codes are substituted ceaselessly with conservatism and mediocrity caused by the pandemic. Youths in China are growing disillusioned and frustrated by the mounting uncertainties and lack of economic opportunities.

Inevitably, they are haunted by indescribable sentimentality. They are muttering about their hesitancy and agony, meanwhile being dispensable to society. Their bitterness, cynicism, and spitefulness become a sense of their own tragedy and nihilism. They joke around to delude and evade the surroundings and slowly fall like a feather.

Thus, I'm willing to use this melancholic daydream in a theatre to uninhibitedly assert the presence of me and my generation of young Chinese. Asserting our alienation, unaccountable ponderation, and introspection of Chinese youths nowadays. I hope this short becomes a joyous speck of levity to all my friends: Don't be destroyed by indifference or defeated by boredom and never assent to mediocrity.

毕业之后，疫情反反复复，很多时间我都在无所事事。混沌的日子迷迷糊糊就过去了，难以解释，也没法抗拒。

这种无所事事感，让我在这样的特殊时期遇到了更多同样无所事事的年轻人。面对着巨大的空洞和不确定性，雄心勃勃、凌云壮志，渐渐消失殆尽，取而代之的趋向是保守与庸常。 他们有着自己的热情与真诚，以及不能抑制和规训的瓦解欲；但也似乎永远处于难以名状的忧郁里，用插科打诨和伪装的专注来幻化、逃避着周遭，轻飘飘慢吞吞地下坠着。

于是，我希望用一场剧场里的白日梦描述当下，描述无从追溯的时代洪流里我与一些同龄人的存在、迷惘、无法解决的自我和反思。祝愿朋友们：不被冷漠杀死，不被厌倦打败，永远拒绝赞美与附和平庸。