one more cup of coffee, resounded in heads.

like days before, like operatic dreams.

 

little earthquake, she sings,

give me life, give me pain, give me myself again,

and I hate, I hate disintegration.

 

me too.

 

 

Apr 6th, or 5th.

Seems I stressed out.

Especially 5th midnight.

Body cried for its endurance.

And the day goes on.

 

I saw this song, I listened, I wanted another version of it, but I didn't remember its orignal name, because I couldn't. I opened my music folder, subfolder, subsubfolder, subsubsub one, I went to directly there. I saw ten songs listed, half of them with the English names, others not. I looked for seconds, with no hesitation, I chose one with the unfamiliar foreign name. It's just the one I were looing for, Memoria da Noite, or Requiem Sonata. This finding experience, one out of 2,500 more, was beyond my expression...

 

I, this weary, this wrong, in this turbulence and tribulation...

 

Maybe things I wrote above, Camus' Absurdity...  

晨雨带来的空白

 

水汽在坡顶就聚成沉寂的白烟

 

运行的Ctex和Matlab，嗡嗡的laptop

 

Karajan，87年维也纳新年音乐会

 

Sontag，“在萨拉热窝等待戈多”

 

“无可否认，现在依然是白天。

（他们全都望向天空）

好。

（他们停止望向天空）”

 

刚淋透了热水的身体，右臂仍隐隐痛

新茶

啁啾的鸟鸣

沉寂……空白……的早晨