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     No.19[Reply]

    遥远的传说
    古代的世界
    在每一个幼年的
    心灵雕刻下谜语
    你从远方向走来
    随意就驱散迷雾
    让未来与过去
    一样清晰可见

    注定远离的孩子
    沉默前行的老者
    哀叹着纯粹的词语
    还未提炼就遭遗失

     No.20

    >>19
    关于初恋的记忆逐渐变得更加清晰了。那完全是超过10年前的时候,我跟对方的情形可以快进到关于第一次约会这件事的展开(也是最后一次)。我们在短信里反复约好确切的时间,应该也反复地提醒对方了,进行预告,因为激动无比,我们对方都不敢相信这是真的,这确实得发生,而且真的没有退路,因为我们不能在这唯一的一件事情上懦弱。我们从刚认识就在短信里已经说了无数绝对的话,而我们两个都是勇敢的小孩。第一次约会之前的那些日子是我还是个孩子时能感到最紧张的时期,例如我甚至在考试的时候都可以随便睡觉,但是遇到这种相当恐怖的事情,我会在它要来临的每一刻都吓得屁滚尿流。那个时候,我完全不具备与男生自然表达的能力,所以这件事变得更加困难。实际上,毫无浪漫可言,我甚至不知道那到底是爱还是什么,但那绝对是一种,致命的吸引,我知道无法逃脱我作为小孩子的命运。我认为它最终完全像是一场较量,为什么这么说,读者也许完全会疑惑,即使是小孩对爱情完全没有经验,但是为什么会如此肃穆地看待它。对啊,所以是为什么呢?因为我们约会的主题是进行一次拥抱,并且地点在校门口小卖部左侧,河流右侧的这个小区内水泥路的深处。

    我很害怕近距离地见到对方,因为我对他实际上完全不熟悉,长达1个多学期的线上聊天也没有让我更加熟悉此人,我们的聊天内容估计全部是抽象的话题,甚至是完全戏剧性的想象,内容大部分与对小孩子的爱情本身的讨论有关,那是我作为一个孩子时的世界中实际爱情的运作方式,我们积极地投入进去。我认为我们将会结婚,并且永远拥有对方,因此我每天都在倒数,我自己设了一个倒计时,每天手动改日期。可我就是害怕近距离见到他,我在当时心里也清楚,拥抱会让我跟他更亲近,也可以打破这个尴尬的网恋局面,我们即使作为小孩子也得有对未来的担当,如果连见面拥抱都不敢,那么如何敢在未来结婚呢?也许在这之后,在学校里碰到这种事情就不是问题了,我不至于会再像之前一样,远远地看到自己喜欢的人却像看到鬼一样撒腿就跑然后躲起来。

    不过就如上面所说的,一切都没有退路,约定已经达成,如果不去,并且不与对方拥抱,我就成了说谎的人,而我还未学会说谎或做说谎的人。我知道那真的是小事,但是也是很大的事,让我完全想撒腿就跑的事。记得对方在那段时间表现的比较儒雅(约会前的最后的线上时期),并且应该故意有些放松,也很有担当地不告诉我他到底有多紧张和害怕,不过具体的我真的已经完全不记得了。但我在此人身上看到了一种高贵的美德,我作为小孩非常震撼,也许估计,从未有过的神圣马上要降临到我身上,而我可能真的无法承受。也许我的人生会因为那次失败或特别成功的拥抱,而完全改写。

    而每天晚上睡觉前,我应该就是在脑海里练习拥抱的那个动作,到底要用怎样的力度,要用怎样的表情,我逐渐很确定我应该有的动作,虽然内心的恐惧不散但是我应该是更加自信了,我感觉自己变得更加成熟和有担当。我知道我马上就能亲手接触到爱情的那个对方,不可思议。这绝对是快乐到让我想立刻放弃的体验,迈出第一步吧——我绝对这样想!

    最后我在约定的时间和地点看到了他,我猜那时绝对不知道为什么——他做什么微小的动作,他的面容和被风吹起的头发——一切使得他看起来像一个遥远却拥有人类性格的神(那时我尚未有这个概念),我心里越来越害怕,最终我变得完全木纳,据说我的脸在当时非常红,看起来完全羞耻和胆小。

    我回去后绝对在回味,对方为什么如此优雅和迷人,他的美貌让我神魂颠倒和昏厥,后来过去很久很久,我发现在我的视角下这是普遍的。

    对方最终连中考都没去——但是最后不知道靠什么上了中专——我不知道他处于什么样的绝望中,也许是家庭,也许是关于我不知道的关于M的故事,那是我无法踏足的属于他的神圣领域,我即使充满好奇且不甘心,却也自然地把自己放在那位先来者之后,因为我知道她先目睹了对方年轻的面容,而且M似乎已经不在了才导致他作为初中生就有没人拥有的可怕的忧郁。后来,我在上高中后有一天得知他的消息,在打工时他的手指被卷入了机器,痛苦无比,随后他给我发了长信。我除了能感受到拥抱时的爱的激荡——这融合了许多想象和回忆——我感受不到任何他的痛苦,也感受不到任何他的逝去。我仅仅永远为他的美丽所震撼。



     No.16[Reply]

    I know there's always a past for every individual. But I don't or can't sense a past, a history or a memory of myself. I don't think they have really existed, I couldn't feel it, anymore. I myself reject this tendency, my confirmation of that memory, and also "in reality" I have no feeling and memory on them. I'm sure some remaining memories have all been corrupted by me. So responsibly speaking, I've lost my memories, and many things that related to all my past life.
    I'm malicious simply because of this. There will always be an anger burning inside my mind and I can't easily face my lost of memories. I used to think that those memories should be real. It's plain, because you can confirm the details with the people associated with those memories. But gradually some detailed can't be confirmed anymore. They really can't sense the existence of me. Especially when pain has become the mainstay of all memories. I'm forced to lost memories, and I'm essentially pleased with this lost, this final result. But I hadn't hoped I'd lose those, and I think the lost is unfortunately the result of external world that at some point I lost control of. When I think about it, I'm filled with regret and bitterness fills my mouth. Somehow all interactions with the world gave me a feeling that it's all in vain.
    I only know that there was an mythical past that really existed that has no relation with anyone (only with myself) and it related to golden the color, and dying fish on the ground, and the time of nightfall. Any random combination between them could be the source of any of those written poems. After finished Jung's autobiography I'm fairly certain of that. Also, all the memories of my past life were so vivid and real, the first time a poem formed, the first time learnt Haskell.
    But when there is anyone else in the memory, the memory is no longer pure and therefore not trustworthy and must be discarded…

     No.17

    >>16
    This status of losing memories will factually make one feel relaxing. Things would be rewritten everyday. Everythings. But when I was watching the making of the Lord of the Rings documentary, I know that's an unavoidable loneliness, and that's my life.

     No.18

    >>16
    > History is the unfolding of the human Psyche; historiography is the reconstruction of the unfolding through the psyche of the historian. The basis of historical interpretation is the identity of substance (the psyche) in the object and the subject of interpretation; and its purpose is participation in the great dialogue that goes through the centuries among men about their nature and destiny. And participation is impossible without growth in stature (within the personal limitations) toward the rank of the best; and that growth is impossible unless one recognizes authority and surrenders to it.



     No.14[Reply]

    I hat(v)e to say this. But love as a feeling is overrated. If there's anything essential thing in love, It's always instantaneous and image-thinking, or it's just like a (real) dream that a modern man couldn't grasp. (sometimes, some dreams were connected with a feeling of love so close to a kind of light, white sun, silent water or warm fire, or an image of heaven, or eternal solitude. It was even identity to reproductive pleasure, harmony.)
    It's a kind of, deepened memory, sometimes altered and sometimes not.
    When the activity of maintaining this love has to take into account another person on the other side, endless impurities come into your life in unimaginable ways. And then I had to see the death, to see the darkness. I couldn't close my eyes, and its nihilistic image horrified me. It gradually became an embarrassment and my hatred gradually came in. My "memory" became so good that I began to recall all the unfair and pain over and over again. Those painful moments flowed by gently like a river, but with loud rumble.
    Sometimes I have to switch between hate and love. Eventually it's hard to tell which is hate or love. It ends up being entirely dependent on mind, discards all original feelings.

     No.15

    One was born to against the Beloved.

    But when you connect them all together, the best explanation is that you feel grief for the lost, You used to agonize over the death of the beloved.
    The beloved was defeated and then died.



     No.13[Reply]

    It might not be appropriate to compare these two things together. I know I'll make a lifelong contribution to one or both though.
    They can't be compatible in nature. But it should be possible today to change the nature of technology or make individual configurations to turn it arounds. If I can talk about truth arbitrarily, I know there's truth, or power, almost exclusively when I'm writing poems.


     No.12[Reply]

    Pretty sick of people who like to talk about sampling cues in those simple electronic music. It's somehow become a niche culture that shows their "expertise", lol. Everything related to culture is so disgusting!
    >cityboy subcultural punk hipster urban dressing…
    >outdoor dressing and "love nature!", and will take the coffee kit camping…
    >enough money for Vinyl, but grossly neglecting CDs
    >never contribute to archive.org or any public library
    >douban id with european ips


     No.3[Reply]

    那是一个下午,盛夏,所有人都热的冒烟了。他在车站外面等我,我一眼就能找到他。黑色的短发,一件女士针织衫上面有黑色线条,利落的长裤,脚上是皮鞋,虽然这是盛夏,他仍然穿了一双短款马丁皮鞋,全身的穿着都不清凉。盛夏的车站,橘色的,灰色的,天空会把这些掩盖为蓝色,但是他的周围的空气是浅绿色的,似乎有雾气一直不断喷出来,让我感到突然的清凉,他戴着白色口罩,口罩没有遮住脸上所有的青春痘,他抬起头,陌生地看着我,带着一些茫然,日光让他的眼睛眯成了月牙,但是双眼皮让这眼睛变得比一般人看起来的更清澈。这第一眼,不知道有没有 3 秒,但回忆里的它无数次地重播,不知道有没有让它变为 3 天。
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     No.7

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    What gave me the most shock was when he said that my looking in this date only gave him the impression that, I was ugly and uninteresting. I was wearing a T-shirt printed a underground band logo (a psyche mushroom), then a psyche coloured bandana, cozy and casual. He was the one person who truly disliking my appearance, I was so shocked until now.

     No.8

    >>7
    He turned into an esoteric pink wojak, and got really tired of all the ways I looked when I talked. Almost all of our promises were broken, including making an indie game (Dante). Now he has arrogantly become a pink wojak and left me. This game was never taken seriously by him. I don't think I'd even consider doing anything serious with anyone anymore, I've had enough of it all. My life now seems to be identical to any doomer meme, crying all night and remorse, etc.
    The process was painful, but the result is simply a joke.

     No.9

    >>7
    This song was written for him. But I dedicated it to my dead friend.
    一颗种子湮灭
    你让我吞下这种子,
    还有            这甘露,共同的耕耘,本是,
    未现身的繁星,未拍湿我们裤角的海浪,
    未吹散树枝上群鸟的,我们的笑声,
    坠入无光深渊的言说,
    洒在我们身上,数不尽也不尽的黄金。
    
    你让我吞下这种子,和它
    还正青涩的,没成形的果实。
    
    我的友,我不能告诉你太多,
    而这是我的近况,
    若有人让我放弃一颗能够生长的种子,
    就像让我放弃了拥有你,还有你的时间,
    就像让我抛弃那些我本该替你去体验的...
    你帮我去赴约,而我应代你活。

     No.10

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    >>7
    The past two days was truly a nightmare. The dark thing I loathe most inside myself manifested themselves, and I myself was unwilling. I was dropping things in the street and going really crazy. I almost tried to attack the police station again. When the most weird things happen between me and the beloved, if I were outdoors at that moment, the first thing I'd want to do is destroy the police station. Disgusting. I hate walking leisurely down the street alone for that very reason. I'm afraid that one day I'll get arrested again or even killed myself (I really don't want this happen), boring. So if I'm going to keep myself safe, I need to lose interest in any beloved.

     No.11

    When I expressing too much. They like to say, oh it become uninteresting, or they won't say something, they show their disdain that come from nowhere. People like to be consumers no matter what. Even among music lovers there are plenty of idiots who buy CDs for fun.
    When you're being misunderstood, and you want to explain (proved that you a no one over the mainstream SNS), you'll end up hated by these people. People gathering always for no apparent reason. And it gets worse when the group turns out to be just two people. I thought we can do things together. I was hated by him.



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     No.6[Reply]

    当那些恼人的东西像往常一样经过一两个星期的时间,立刻散去后,至高的幸福和满足就也跟着按时到来,下午我在阳光下体验着太阳温柔的转动,同时听着上古卷轴V soundtrack大汗淋漓地编辑整理了一堆TeX文件,身体轻盈地感受着这久违的幸福,完全融入甜美温暖的空气。
    尼采,谢林,但丁,威廉迈斯特,托马斯曼,荷尔德林,黑林拉特,寂静天蓝色的孤独,,
    > 他的出现是一种放血的过程。我感谢他,我没有窒息而死


     No.2[Reply]

    >泽纳鸡丝成了我的主要老师,跟另一位青少年总是交替着出现,来对我教导。我给陈旧的回忆最后的位置。头顶上的星空好似会渗出液体,浩瀚与漆蓝,点点恒星发出着烈白无比的火光…熄灭,缓慢鸣起的蝉鸣攫取我心头的酸楚,这是夏天,猝不及防,我一直躺在破碎的十字边。
    The Bohor changed my life, and I'm so sure this feeling might last forever.


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