A threadlike obsession begs for a fissure through which to recall, from within a free soul, a lost moment of a past that is constantly less stable, more emaciated and evanescent. Sentences arrive not quite crystallized, as if coming from somebody talking on a beach alone, convinced no one else can hear them, that no one can collect them to confirm or deny them. Sentences that are immediately buried by the sand of that careless loss. Byobu thinks: there is no despair quite like the shadow that collapses down upon our most guarded memories, akin to a wall without ivy, the ivy piling up at its base, with no sense of purpose or beauty, a green tomb, a dark mass grave.
一縷絲線般的執念，乞求一道裂縫，好從自由的靈魂內部，召回過去遺失的一刻；那過去不斷變得更不穩固、更瘦削、更易消逝。句子尚未完全結晶便到來，彷彿出自一個獨自在海灘上說話的人，深信沒有旁人聽得見，沒有人能把它們收集起來，加以證實或否認。那些句子立即被漫不經心的失落之沙掩埋。Byobu 想：沒有一種絕望，像壓倒在我們最悉心守護的記憶上的陰影，宛如一堵沒有常春藤的牆，常春藤堆在牆腳，失去了目的，也失去了美，一座綠色的墳，一個黑暗的亂葬坑。
Unforgiveable Distraction
A threadlike obsession begs for a fissure through which to recall, from within a free soul, a lost moment of a past that is constantly less stable, more emaciated and evanescent. Sentences arrive not quite crystallized, as if coming from somebody talking on a beach alone, convinced no one else can hear them, that no one can collect them to confirm or deny them. Sentences that are immediately buried by the sand of that careless loss. Byobu thinks: there is no despair quite like the shadow that collapses down upon our most guarded memories, akin to a wall without ivy, the ivy piling up at its base, with no sense of purpose or beauty, a green tomb, a dark mass grave.