Sentimental Clinic – A Digital Platform for Emotional Expression

During COVID-19, I observed how people, especially in China, suppressed emotions due to online surveillance and social constraints. In response, I co-created an anonymous online platform where people worldwide could share their deepest emotions freely—whether joy, frustration, or sorrow. To further explore emotional expression in daily life, I designed a collection of phone cases, each representing an abstract visual interpretation of different emotions. This project served as a reminder that it’s okay to feel and express emotions, breaking the stigma of emotional suppression through design and digital interaction.
















I Love Me

She falls in love too easily. Whenever she meets someone she admires, she longs to understand them—to know their thoughts, to immerse herself in their world. She gives and gives, pouring herself into others like ink on thirsty paper. Yet, she has never truly turned inward. Never sought to understand herself. Never learned how to love herself.
















The Ashes of Despair
I walk through the ruins, cradling the dying sun in my arms. I wade through flames as if they are nothing more than waves at my feet, my body dissolving into embers. The wind carries away what little remains. Above me, the sky is still, the moon indifferent. In the end, all that burns, all that was, will crumble into the dust of forgotten prayers.
















The Fall
That evening, my friend and I went to the shore to watch the sunset. The sun on the water shimmered like a feverish patient teetering between life and death, its body swallowed by waves stained with blood. The wind carried the taste of salt, and I watched as the sun’s passion was slowly extinguished by the rising tide. In the end, the last traces of its warmth, its brilliance, its desperate glow—were all dragged away into the drowning red.















Empathy
I don’t understand why she still holds onto him, why his absence clings to her like a shadow that refuses to fade. She cannot grasp why I, too, carry my own ghosts. But in this world, has there ever been such a thing as true empathy? We are all merely passing figures in the grand spectacle of loss. In this darkness, she traces the shape of wounds, I gather the ashes of memories. Perhaps, in the end, all our longing is just the quiet gaze of a stranger standing on the shore, watching a fire burn across the sea.














The Outsider
I have always felt like an outsider. Even in the company of close friends, at lively gatherings filled with laughter and conversation, I feel myself slipping further away. The more I try to belong, the more lost I become. I watch them talk, drink, celebrate. But to me, their joy is a distant spectacle. I stand among them, yet I am elsewhere—a silent wanderer in a vast and indifferent wilderness.























我爱我
她总是轻易地爱上别人
每当遇到一个她欣赏的人
她便会渴望去了解他 认识他
耗尽心思进入他的世界
可她从未真正向内凝视
从未试着理解自己
从未学会 如何去爱自己





















失望的灰烬

我行走在深渊废墟
怀抱九颗死去的太阳
我踏在火焰之中 苍空之上七弦月亮
我乘着离天的熏风 点燃最后的世界
如随手横埋在遥山黑土的灰烬
成了花魂





















坠

那天傍晚 我和朋友去海边看日落
海上的太阳摇摇欲坠 像一个在生死边缘徘徊的病人
浑身湿透 被血色的海浪吞没
海风吹过 咸涩的气息渗进肌理
我看着太阳的炽烈一点点熄灭
它最后的光芒 温暖与挣扎
终究还是坠入了那漫涌的血色之中


















感同身受


我不理解她为何还对他念念不忘
就像她也无法理解我为何对落日
这份情有独钟
可在这个世界上
从来就没有真正意义上的感同身受
在这暗影笼罩的世界里
于己 斑斑血迹的伤痕
于他 不过是随手扬起的灰尘
嘴上说说的感同身受
也不过是在隔岸观火
















局外人


我一直觉得自己是个局外人
即使在熟悉的朋友间
在热闹的聚会里
我却感到自己越来越远
越想融入 就越是疏离
他们交谈 碰杯 欢笑
而我却仿佛置身事外
在荒芜的旷野里徘徊
在孤寂的角落中隐没