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“把自己拆分 剖析
把所有欲望摊开 晾晒
然后整理 综合——
不过是在人间留下痕迹
不过是想被你记住”
via.@ 德卡先生的信箱

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跟着@-噜呐呐呐- （小朋友）老师学的透卡 第一次贴断断续续 终于难产出来了[二哈]

传送组织@手帐展览馆@文具手帐万事屋@手帐控万事屋 @手帐演绎法@手帐素材中转站@手帐展览馆 @嫣儿万事屋 @撒米 感谢[心]

In the daytime, I was often muddleheaded as if my brain had been covered with a thin film, and I could not correctly tell the distance, weight and texture of any object. Nevertheless, at set intervals, soft gaps flew to me like slow waves. On the bench of a tram, in the chair of a classroom, or at the seat of dinner, I would fall into hazy sleep before I knew it. My consciousness drifted away from my body shortly afterwards. The world was trembling silently, shaking all sorts of things off onto the ground. I truly wanted to lie flat on the stomach there, and then sink into the depth of dreamland. But I can’t. Sobriety coveting nearby, I could feel the cold shadow of it. That was the shadow of my own. It was strange. I wondered as I nearly fall asleep. I am on the inner side of my shadow. I am walking, eating and talking with people in the unseen world that is blunt and has no feeling. Incredibly, no one around me perceived that I was left in this kind of strange situation. I lost 6 kilograms that month. Even so, none of my families and friends detected this mutation that I was living in a state of sleepiness.

It is true, that I am surely living in my sleep. Around me, inside of me, everything is stagnated and heavy, gloomy and turbid. Even the status that I am living in this world is like an illusion that has no fundament. It seems that if a wind rises, my body would be blown away, to the end of the world, to a foreign land where nobody has ever heard of or seen. There, my body will depart from my consciousness for eternity. So I really want to hold fast to something. But as I turn my eyes in all directions, I see nothing that I could hold tight.

Every time when the night came, the fierce sobriety struck me. Facing it, I had no idea of what to do. I was fixed on the core of sobriety by a powerful strength. The strength was so powerful that I had no choice but to stay sober till daybreak. In the dark of the night, I was as awake as the day. I could not even think. Listening to the sound of the clock that engraves time, I could only gaze into the darkness when it got darker little by little, and then lighter, bit by bit.