Paul Chiu Tsun Ming

Yee-tou cannot recover from her sorrow at her fiancé’s death. Her admirer Heem with a quiet and introverted character is kind enough to take care of her. Deeply depressed, she resists taking her medication and suffers from frequent hallucinations. Eventually she kills herself in front of Heem, who is consequently infected by her depression, and keeps a tank of goldfishes at home. From a glass fish tank to our world, are we living in a true world or is life an illusion? “The Glass City” is a love story with sad sentiments mentioning the limitations in life as if goldfishes living in a glass tank.

Every time he looks in the mirror, he sees a different person altogether. He’s a man of a million faces except he’s not an actor, but a social pariah who, out of the anguish of an unrequited crush, has entered a pact with the Devil, assuming the identities of other strangers and living the lives of others with just a strange remnant of memory of past incarnations left. Sounds ideal – but what’s the catch? You don’t get to decide what happens, when it happens in life and your soul is condemned to eternal perdition until the next victim is found. Perhaps it’s a small price to pay for surviving in a city driven by greed, where people are seized by an insatiable craving for something – anything – more and better from the cradle to the grave. Contentment is, after all, a myth.