I chose “cotton” because I like its lightness.

I like that it is harder to bear than “weight”,

I like that it is more stifling, suppressing and superficial than “weight”,

I like its weightlessness, its strangeness, its purity.

I like its insufficiency, how it seems not quite there.

That hollow, flying person, barely sticking out from the cotton, could be a kind of concealment, a kind of isolation, a kind of isolation; it could come from a sense of dependence or anxiety.

Flight is anxiety about existence.

All of the people in I want to Fly  are “flying” against the backdrop of everyday China.

We’re all used to these buildings and construction sites “sprouting up” like spring shoots. “Flight” is like the most unreal form of escape from this “unreal reality”.

Escape from the familiar and close,

Escape from the safe and the dull,

Escape from the false tragedy,

There is nothing so unreal and unsettling as reality, and the impossibility of releasing this feeling multiplies our fear.

 

 

Lin jingjing notes on " I want to fly"