This is Chris.

No one truly believes, despite the hysteria in the streets, that the world of tranquil certainties we were born into is about to be extinguished.. I lie on the bare mattress and concentrate on bringing into life the image of myself as a swimmer swimming with even, untiring strokes through the medium of time, a medium more inert than water, without ripples, pervasive, colourless, odourless, dry as paper.

在最后的关头,人生有比幻想更好的方式吗?我躺在光秃秃的垫子上凝神静思,把自己想象成一个游泳者,以一种四平八稳的姿势不倦的游过波澜不兴的时代,一点水花都没有甚至跟死水一样,没有涟漪,无处不在,无色,无味,干燥如纸。


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