Awakening
︎ Experimental Film
︎ Duration: 9:00 mins
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I'm trash, always stuck in the garbage bin.
A black garbage bag constantly covers my head,
This world feels somewhat unfamiliar to me, with a tinge of fear.
I often poke my head out of the garbage bin to observe around,
But that group of people violently pushes my head back into the trash bin,
And tightly seals the garbage bag, beating me up,
Mocking me as they leave.
There's always someone watching from the corner,
And when everyone else leaves, he helps me untie the garbage bag,
Extending his hand to rescue me.
I dare not grab his hand, afraid of everyone.
But he doesn't leave, repeatedly reaching out to me.
I hesitate, he seems different from that group of people.
Is he a good person? Should I trust him?
Isn't changing my current situation what I want?
In the end, I choose to believe him,
Grabbing his hand, wanting to escape this awful trash bin.
The moment I come out, fear overwhelms me,
But he waves for me to follow him, I don't refuse, I follow him for a long time.
I don't know where we're going, but eventually, he stops on that staircase.
He invites me to do what he does every day—tear paper,
I don't understand, but I join him anyway.
I start tearing paper along with him.
This process makes me feel a bit relaxed, slowly lowering my guard.
I don't know how long it's been, but we tear the last piece of paper.
He stands up again, gesturing for me to follow him, without hesitation, I do.
We arrive at the restroom, I mimic him standing in front of the urinal.
But I'm forcefully pushed down, his foot stomping on me heavily.
At that moment, he's a hysterical madman, splashing his urine all over me.
He's no different from that group of people, after doing all that, he quickly runs away.
I'm pushed to the brink of collapse step by step, crawling back into that garbage bin.
My anger reaches its peak, but what can I do?
I tear open the garbage bag that binds me, but there's more than one binding me.
With all my strength, I tear apart all the garbage bags.
The me with the eerie mask replaces the one trapped in the garbage bag, breaking free.
我是垃圾，总是呆在垃圾桶里。
黑色的垃圾袋一直被套在我的头上，
这个世界对我来说有些陌生，也有一些恐惧。
我常常从垃圾桶中探出头来观察周围，
可是那一群人将探出头的我暴力按回垃圾桶，
并将垃圾袋封口扎紧，将我一顿揍，
在嘲讽中离开了。
在角落中一直有一个人在观察，
等到所有人走后，他帮我解开了垃圾袋，
向我伸出手，试图解救我。
我不敢抓住他的手，我害怕所有人。
但他没有离开，一遍又一遍的向我伸出手。
我有些犹豫，他好像和那一群人不一样。
他是好人吗？我应该信任他吗？
改变现在的处境难道不是我想要的吗？
最后我还是选择了相信他，
抓住了他的手，想要摆脱这个糟糕的垃圾桶。
出来的那一刻，我被恐惧侵占了，
但他挥手示意我跟着他，我没有拒绝，我跟着他走了很久。
我不知道我们将去那里，最后他在那个楼梯上停了下来。
他邀请我去做他每天做的事——撕白纸，
我并不明白，但我还是加入了他。
我开始跟着他一直撕纸。
这个过程让我感到一丝放松，我慢慢的放下了戒备。
不知道过了多久，我们撕掉了最后一张纸。
他再次起身挥手示意我跟着他，我没有犹豫，只是跟着他。
我们来到了厕所，我学着他站在了小便池前。
但我被狠狠地推倒在地，他的脚重重地踩在了我的身上。
那一刻他是个歇斯底里的疯子，他将他的尿液溅射在我身上。
他和那群人没有区别，做完这一切他迅速跑掉了。
我一步步被推向了崩溃的边缘，我爬回了那个垃圾桶。
我的愤怒到达了顶点，但我又能做什么？
我撕开了那个束缚我的垃圾袋，但束缚我的垃圾袋却不止一个。
我用尽所有的力气将所有的垃圾袋全部撕裂。
那个带着诡异面具的我，取代了那个垃圾袋人破笼而出。
A black garbage bag constantly covers my head,
This world feels somewhat unfamiliar to me, with a tinge of fear.
I often poke my head out of the garbage bin to observe around,
But that group of people violently pushes my head back into the trash bin,
And tightly seals the garbage bag, beating me up,
Mocking me as they leave.
There's always someone watching from the corner,
And when everyone else leaves, he helps me untie the garbage bag,
Extending his hand to rescue me.
I dare not grab his hand, afraid of everyone.
But he doesn't leave, repeatedly reaching out to me.
I hesitate, he seems different from that group of people.
Is he a good person? Should I trust him?
Isn't changing my current situation what I want?
In the end, I choose to believe him,
Grabbing his hand, wanting to escape this awful trash bin.
The moment I come out, fear overwhelms me,
But he waves for me to follow him, I don't refuse, I follow him for a long time.
I don't know where we're going, but eventually, he stops on that staircase.
He invites me to do what he does every day—tear paper,
I don't understand, but I join him anyway.
I start tearing paper along with him.
This process makes me feel a bit relaxed, slowly lowering my guard.
I don't know how long it's been, but we tear the last piece of paper.
He stands up again, gesturing for me to follow him, without hesitation, I do.
We arrive at the restroom, I mimic him standing in front of the urinal.
But I'm forcefully pushed down, his foot stomping on me heavily.
At that moment, he's a hysterical madman, splashing his urine all over me.
He's no different from that group of people, after doing all that, he quickly runs away.
I'm pushed to the brink of collapse step by step, crawling back into that garbage bin.
My anger reaches its peak, but what can I do?
I tear open the garbage bag that binds me, but there's more than one binding me.
With all my strength, I tear apart all the garbage bags.
The me with the eerie mask replaces the one trapped in the garbage bag, breaking free.
我是垃圾，总是呆在垃圾桶里。
黑色的垃圾袋一直被套在我的头上，
这个世界对我来说有些陌生，也有一些恐惧。
我常常从垃圾桶中探出头来观察周围，
可是那一群人将探出头的我暴力按回垃圾桶，
并将垃圾袋封口扎紧，将我一顿揍，
在嘲讽中离开了。
在角落中一直有一个人在观察，
等到所有人走后，他帮我解开了垃圾袋，
向我伸出手，试图解救我。
我不敢抓住他的手，我害怕所有人。
但他没有离开，一遍又一遍的向我伸出手。
我有些犹豫，他好像和那一群人不一样。
他是好人吗？我应该信任他吗？
改变现在的处境难道不是我想要的吗？
最后我还是选择了相信他，
抓住了他的手，想要摆脱这个糟糕的垃圾桶。
出来的那一刻，我被恐惧侵占了，
但他挥手示意我跟着他，我没有拒绝，我跟着他走了很久。
我不知道我们将去那里，最后他在那个楼梯上停了下来。
他邀请我去做他每天做的事——撕白纸，
我并不明白，但我还是加入了他。
我开始跟着他一直撕纸。
这个过程让我感到一丝放松，我慢慢的放下了戒备。
不知道过了多久，我们撕掉了最后一张纸。
他再次起身挥手示意我跟着他，我没有犹豫，只是跟着他。
我们来到了厕所，我学着他站在了小便池前。
但我被狠狠地推倒在地，他的脚重重地踩在了我的身上。
那一刻他是个歇斯底里的疯子，他将他的尿液溅射在我身上。
他和那群人没有区别，做完这一切他迅速跑掉了。
我一步步被推向了崩溃的边缘，我爬回了那个垃圾桶。
我的愤怒到达了顶点，但我又能做什么？
我撕开了那个束缚我的垃圾袋，但束缚我的垃圾袋却不止一个。
我用尽所有的力气将所有的垃圾袋全部撕裂。
那个带着诡异面具的我，取代了那个垃圾袋人破笼而出。