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0 楼 发表于  2007/1/24 4:08:57    编 辑   


                                                                                 
    一个晴朗的黄昏,在市区繁华的大街上,看到一架飞机飞过。                       
看着它划过城市被建筑物分割的天空,一闪而过。很多时候,我们                       
幻想自己能飞。飞到遥远的地方去,飞到爱人的身边。飞到我们无法                     
预料的未来。因为知道自己没有翅膀。                                               
                                                                                 
    很多人在网络上做着各种各样的事情。他们聊天,写E-MAIL,玩                     
游戏,设计,恋爱。                                                               
                                                                                 
    他们存在于网络中,也许有着更自由和另类的心态。同样,也更                     
容易会感觉到孤独,这种孤独感有时侯驱逐我们无处可逃。陷入沉沦,                   
并寻求着解脱。                                                                   
                                                                                 
    这的确是一个全新的充满欲望和□□的时代。同样,也更为空洞                     
和阴郁。                                                                         
                                                                                 
    生活里有一部分时间我是在旅行,包括即将国庆的杭州之旅。                       
                                                                                 
    我喜欢把它称之为漫无目的的飘泊。                                             
                                                                                 
    这是一种我喜欢的状态。流动的前行中的生命状态。虽然我知道                     
生命只是一个空虚的轮回,可为此我依然放逐了自己的目的和拥有。                     
                                                                                 
    杜拉斯说,我们哭。要说的话都没有说。我们后悔彼此并不相爱。                   
我们根本什么都不知道。而她这个人,和别人也没什么不同。就像是                     
夜里遇到的最后一个乘客。                                                         
                                                                                 
    就像BBS里的那些不知姓名和性别的人。我们相遇,也许会因为星                    
光的暗淡,或者心里的寂寞,会和他一起喝酒,聊天,跳舞。然后醉笑                   
着告别,不再相见。                                                               
                                                                                 
    我们一起生活在城市的某一个角落。曾经在拥挤的大街上擦肩而过。                 
曾经始终未曾相见。                                                               
                                                                                 
    这个城市是我们的伤口。                                                       
                                                                                 
    不知道什么时候会停止。什么时候才可以停止。除了文字,我们的ID                 
以什么生存。                                                                     
                                                                                 
    杜拉斯说,我可以用我的整个身体,我的全部生命来哭泣,那是我的 
一个机会。这我们知道。对我们来说,写作就像是哭泣。没有悲哀的东西               
就没有快乐的书。悲哀应该表现得像一种只属于它自己的文明。                         
                                                                                 
    那些在BBS上漂浮着的人,他们写字。他们哭泣。他们变成海底互相 
放逐却不可碰触的鱼。但是鱼是没有眼泪的。                                             
                                                                                 
    所以,写字成为唯一的拯救。                                                   
                                                                                 
    飘泊的鱼写着水中的字。                                                       
    看见的人,恐惧了。                                                           
    看不见的人,消失了。                                                         
    海水变成了眼泪。                                                             
                                                                                 
                                                 
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