In the life of myself with my family, there is constantly a depressing darkness owing to my father and brothers’ autocracy shrouded around. It is the social experience in my adult years that deepens my innate dissatisfaction and unconscious indifference over the dissident, empowerment, intangible authority and even violence. Such kinds of power and violence can be depicted as of gender, individual, family even a country, a nation or a religion. Because of all of this, like a nightmare, I am doomed to encounter a black, large chair in the open air in an afternoon.