My friend said he would be reminded of A's project by looking at the windows of his office, and B's flaws by looking at the walls. Indeed, some random objects would remind you of a specific scene of the past experience, with the accompanied mood and feelings. Sometimes you may overpass the scene, while directly associate the objects with the mood and feelings.
One of such special objects for me is the song --- "Hotel California". 4 years ago, I was repeatedly listening to it, day and night. When listening to it today, a thrust of deep sorrow and confusion mixed with solid determination and hope rushed into my mind, making my heart stopped for a moment. Then the scene showed up --- The doors. Those were the wooden doors of all the offices inside the department building: enrollment office, department chair's office, lab office etc. All the doors looked exactly the same: wooden color, tall and thin, with poor sound isolation quality. I used to do roller-skating on the fourth floor of this building, passing by every door at the full speed, but never noticed those doors, until one day they tried to lock me inside the doors, to be more exact, lock my heart inside those doors. I was staring at the doors: those are not office doors any more, they feel more like prison doors: once in, never out. That was exactly what they expected me to feel. They also tried every means to make sure each door was firmly locked.
As a prisoner, of course, I wouldn't do what the guards wanted me to. All that in my mind was ways to escape... Another scene I clearly remembered was when I was ready to fly, I cleaned the dorm thoroughly as if it was my first day to school, and put up a big white board with two salient words on it --- "Prison Break!". Then I disappeared... :)
One of such special objects for me is the song --- "Hotel California". 4 years ago, I was repeatedly listening to it, day and night. When listening to it today, a thrust of deep sorrow and confusion mixed with solid determination and hope rushed into my mind, making my heart stopped for a moment. Then the scene showed up --- The doors. Those were the wooden doors of all the offices inside the department building: enrollment office, department chair's office, lab office etc. All the doors looked exactly the same: wooden color, tall and thin, with poor sound isolation quality. I used to do roller-skating on the fourth floor of this building, passing by every door at the full speed, but never noticed those doors, until one day they tried to lock me inside the doors, to be more exact, lock my heart inside those doors. I was staring at the doors: those are not office doors any more, they feel more like prison doors: once in, never out. That was exactly what they expected me to feel. They also tried every means to make sure each door was firmly locked.
As a prisoner, of course, I wouldn't do what the guards wanted me to. All that in my mind was ways to escape... Another scene I clearly remembered was when I was ready to fly, I cleaned the dorm thoroughly as if it was my first day to school, and put up a big white board with two salient words on it --- "Prison Break!". Then I disappeared... :)
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