They are the same, bells of Legislative Council and schools.
A podium and audiences, a standard confrontation, relationship of being on or off stage, under the law or school rules, are partitioned by a boundary between being right and wrong. Nowadays situations of political agitation have destroyed part of my trust on civilization and value, though they reversely deepen perspectives of fundamental understanding about life. Thereby tracing back to the time of my studies, there’re discoveries towards how authority and rules suppress and control people’s mind and behavior. There the official, states its integrity, actually via overwhelming methods of remaining stability and creating illusion for hope. Hope can ease negative emotions. However, while hope never emerge, again and the three, then ceaselessly applied keywords cannot become real; they become accustomed to pet phases.
I remember that I have once returned to my primary school in 2007. At that time, the original plan of “Child” eventually hasn’t been done. That year, is the first decade after the handover. Now, 2016, another nine years, my enthusiastic pursuit for childhood memories in the past has turned into disgust at education system. Education doesn’t guide me to look at evil. Education doesn’t guide me to look at significance of being different and significance of being yourself. In the time of around ten years old, I followed my cousin to steal money. I raised my head. I saw myself in a mirror. That moment was firmly branded on my memory.
Here the mirror plaques are engraved titles of the Policy Address since 2007. How many real minds behind the words? The titles surround a podium accompanied with snapshots taken at my primary school in 2007 which they imitate and extend the scene about a dialogue between a beloved little girl and me. In the dialogue, I tell and question her some keywords often used by the chief executive during media interviews which the keywords are applied into the context of family affairs. The relationship on or off stage is actually so daily and disturbed, sometimes positions swapping; sometimes without a single word.