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while i am chasing the light, a shadow standing there

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out where dreams come true

turning to the left

don't cry, you are not supposed to be a fountain

at the end of the poem

angkor wat

still

the darkest the sky

when the wall is over, how should i complete the wall?

present perfect

probably...

not too far away

Noise of Light, Adrian Paci, 2005



when the night has come, and the light is hanging over the city, my eyes are almost blinded by that radiant glare. i am living in this city, at the meantime, i am getting far away from it. i could never hear the sound of light. people generated this city, by destroying it, like those killed natural specimen on the museum display. “the natural world is increasingly man-made”, tony cragg said. i am stacked in this city . where is the fucking utopia? people ever searched it, ever built it, but never made it. i am still in the city.
at last, i come to this century, from absurdity.

the path of the righteous man, he left.

一段似曾相識的故事。

中學以後，他和他上了不同的學院。

那一天，他和他相約在車站，他從列車走出來，他按捺不住，他跑上前緊緊的將他抱住。他笑說：「怎麼了？」他還是緊緊地抱著他。「如果時間不再動就好了！如果永遠這樣就好了！」他閉著眼睛對他說。

他在他的懷中，眼睛向著離開的列車。他笑說：「但生命還有很多東西呀！」

然後有一天，他跟他說：「我們不如分開吧…」

那一夜，他為他哭了。

right?

never

from absurdity