The deepest memory is that the flocks of chicks were sorted on the assembly line, tagged, and sent to the chicken farm. During this period, the footage was interspersed with crowded subway lines, Japanese capsule hotels, and the flow of city traffic like breathing. People create assembly lines, but people also become products on the assembly line, processed, and packaged. I suddenly thought of a cartoon: a high-rise building is a meat grinder. We lined up one by one to jump into it, and what was squeezed out were pieces of similar-looking meat.
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