嘿，这里是 Rongyi 的独立杂志《Loooose 松手计划》。在这个平行宇宙遇见你，何其荣幸。
多年以来，我在不断迁徙，从一座城市到另一座城市，从一种身份到另一种身份。带着设计师的敏感、命运的暗中牵引与对世界的好奇。
这些漫长的设计、迁徙、疗愈与觉醒的经历里，我慢慢明白：我们真正需要的不是某个终极道理，而是一次次地练习，练习重启感受，相信身体，获得松开幻象的勇气。
于是我做了这本独立杂志，每一期，都希望为你带来一些感受、共鸣，或是某个让心轻轻松开的时刻：
- “专题故事” 本期主题的核心观点，我们一起讨论、一起穿越。
- “What Happened to Me” 一些我走过的路，也许你会听得特别懂。
- “松手工具箱” 跨心理学与神经科学、真正能在现实生活中派上用场的心理工具。
- “影像”与“回声” 视觉与听觉的感受栏目，可能是一首影像诗，一段森林的风声，或一则与音乐有关的记忆。
- “Echodream” 关于梦，关于讯息，关于潜意识的温柔提醒。
- “松手信” 一个匿名、隐秘但彼此共情的空间。我们交换信件，也交换力量。
《Loooose 松手计划》不是逃避现实的角落，也不是成功指南。它更像是一个雪天走过夜路的人在一些必经的路口点燃的几团篝火。火光不大，却诚心邀请你凑近——
暖手，聊天，重新获得上路的力量。
Hey — this is Loooose, an independent magazine by Rongyi. Meeting you in this parallel universe is an unexpected honor.
For many years, I’ve been migrating —from one city to another, from one identity to the next —carrying a designer’s sensitivity, the subtle pull of fate,and a persistent curiosity toward the world.
Across these long seasons of designing, wandering, healing, and awakening, I slowly learned something: We don’t need a final, ultimate answer. We need practice — practice reopening our senses, trusting the body, and finding the courage to let illusions fall away.
That’s why I created this independent magazine. In every issue, I hope to offer you something to feel, a point of resonance, or simply a moment where your heart loosens, even slightly.
FEATURE STORY Where we explore the theme of the month — together.
WHAT HAPPENED TO ME Stories from my own path. You may find yourself understanding them more than expected.
LETTING-GO TOOLBOX Psychology × neuroscience × real-life use —practical tools that have genuinely helped me,and may help you when you need them most.
VISUALS & ECHOES Columns of image and sound — a visual poem, the wind through a forest, or a memory carried by music.
ECHODREAM On dreams, on messages, on the gentle signals from the subconscious.
LETTERS OF LETTING GO An anonymous, intimate space for shared letters and shared strength.
Loooose is not an escape from reality, nor a handbook for success. It is more like a few small campfires lit at crossroads on a snowy night by someone who has walked too long.
The flames are modest, but they warmly invite you to step closer — to warm your hands, to talk a little, and to gather the strength to walk on.