This is a Chinese version of the Dollhouse in the 1990s, built entirely from my memory of my childhood home. The idealized dollhouse is normally dreamy and beautiful, and my dollhouse is full of childhood fantasy and nightmares.
What does it mean to grow up in a developing country? Throw away the past, plunge into the arms of the West and capitalism? Those old chaotic memories are reproduced in the dream composed of these plastic toys.