我们陷落在需求层次的夹缝挣扎，梦想在现实的阴影下渐渐压缩，分解。 只剩大小确幸去弥补无奈，填充空白 初衷逐渐从生命的化学式中剥离，独留七情六欲在灵魂的元素表占据 从何开始，你我不再寻觅自身存在的价值。 看似鲜艳又繁华的金迷纸醉魅惑着每个即不安又空虚的灵魂， 于是你我开始寻觅着各种人工的刺激与快感催化脑中的多巴胺： 暧昧，情欲，酒精，药物，霓虹灯，夜晚，音乐 … 快乐 快乐。 快， 乐。 We are so obsessed and blinded with everything that brings a brief moment of ascension in our emotion. We value materialism more than ourselves. We resist everything around us but temptation. We are sick from the inside yet we seem fine. A chemical compound that creates happiness that's what we thought of it. An artificial one it might be, but what’s the difference?