When we’re in a taxi, we’re looking into a colourful world from a dark box. Everything outside is brighter than where we’re currently at—inside the taxi. Maybe, that’s the lens we’re used to looking through, so we look at the real world with it too. Maybe, that’s why everything we currently have isn’t good enough. The HKSAR we had, the peace we had, and the culture we had just weren’t bright or colourful enough. The taxi driver’s music through the radio, his occasional small talk, and the buddhist charm dangling from the back mirror just aren’t enough. What’s outside the window are light and the romantic ideals we’re fighting for. Now, it seems we’re striving for those, instead of treasuring the warm dark box we already had. Understand that breaking the glass isn’t easy, nor is it a process we can afford to simplify. It’s painful and sometimes full of bloodshed. In our struggle to break the glass, please don’t forget about what’s really important. Please don’t forget about love, peace, and culture we used to have. When we find out the colourful world outside is constantly shifting, like the view in a moving taxi, we might not like it. We might hate the sometimes garbage lined asphalt and lifeless concrete and want to climb back to this quaint dark box. When that happens, I’m scared of what we’ll find. I’m scared that we won’t recognise this dark box, the home that we destroyed.
About the Artist:
Abby Lu
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