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如果我想写，写一段话，一首诗，一封信，那么很遗憾，今天我的手，已不再寻找笔和纸。我敲击键盘，用声音和字母代替笔画，每一个字成了意识里的小小停顿。语流滑过时，它们仿佛唱片上面目模糊的颗粒，在流水线上犹豫片刻，在一瞬间成型。然而那些起承、转合，每一笔在空间中的伸展、交叉，那些丰富的建构，却在逐渐失去意义。我拿起笔时，感到它们的恐惧——它们正飞快逃离我的笔端。 Continue Reading »
Simon on October 27th 2009 in ekrit
Archive for October, 2009
The Order of Star Watching on a Hill
If you ever take
close note of a star
that is not so bright, that ever rose
high enough to break the city light
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Simon on October 24th 2009 in ekrit
life on hill 3
The freshness of an undergrad course depends on the course number (those starts with a 1 usually target at freshmen or sophomores) and the quantity of preppy-dressed youth-wanna-be grad students (who think they can somehow start all over again). On a rainy day you can tell the difference at a glace. Some carefully fold up their raincoats and hide away their umbrellas, while the others suddenly storm in with shorts and flip-flops on and jump into their seats, soaking wet, but look like nothing happened except that they might just have had too much water fun. Continue Reading »
Simon on October 20th 2009 in 6v
