It’s already too late, to pursue the study of life,
but studying death is nothing more than listening
to a vague whisper through the bushes,
as if something is about to happen,
like a small glass jar of a streetlamp
rises on water, delicately
wavering with small fishes of flickering flame.
Words on the doormat in front of the door,
How do they resist the winter floods?
Talk about rainy days, heatwaves, or distant battlefields
can also bring about dangerous moments, truth
swings between a dependence on things and a dependence on people.
"You are to bring Harbin to Nanjing
instead of bringing Nanjing back to Harbin."
Deceased loved ones guide me in my dreams,
faith is a matter of geography.
Immersed in the unpredictable,
what you want to do is what others want you to do.
And if you act according to opinions, you will find yourself
in the terror and silence of a Pascalian universe,
where all opinions are nothing more than
your encounters with some people when walking alone at night,
exchanging unclear words with each other
before quickly disappearing into the darkness they came from.
Is it knowledgeable ignorance, or blissful ignorance?
Prometheus warned Sathiel to be careful of fire,
Plato said all writing is a public act,
while you say, writing is rhetoric, which turns people into citizens
and then turns citizens into mobs,
using games to gather thugs in the caves of Rome.
16 November 2022