一点碎碎念
我现在在东南一隅写下这一段文字。
这个博客也是在两年之后再次开始了更新。
最难的事情也许是重新开始，希望我能继续坚持。
在这里放一段我喜欢的小说选段，出自 On the Road.
“and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was-I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.”
那是我生命中一个难忘的独特时刻，最怪异的一个瞬间，我不知道我自己是谁——我远离故乡，被路途折磨得筋疲力尽、神经紧张，住在我从没见过的廉价旅馆里，听着各种各样的悲哀声音，外面的蒸汽车头在嘶嘶放气，旅馆的古老木头在吱嘎作响，楼上的脚步声踱来踱去，我望着高处开裂的天花板，足足十五秒怪诞的时间，我完全不知道自己是谁。我并不害怕；我只是变成了别人，某个陌生人，我的整个生命被鬼魂纠缠，是鬼魂的一生。我在横穿美国的半路上，在代表我青春的东部和代表我未来的西部的分界线上，那个怪异的红色傍晚，也许这就是它选择此时此地发生的原因。