短路

大概是每个月总有那么几天，提不起精神，会开始叨叨念念一些很久没有想起来的以前不开心的事情

所遭逢的不算是劫难的课程，散漫而又艰难的钻研，大概需要持续一生

夜晚出来的时候，总是闻到垃圾桶腐烂的味道，经过一夜的发酵，再早早被人清理走

在夜里死去，在黎明醒来，与无数生命共存，唯人最长生

We die, we die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers, fears we have hidden in like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with names of powerful men. I know you will come and carry me out into the palace of winds, that's all I've wanted- to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on the earth without maps.

英语很差，勉勉强强看懂，百度了一下，是电影里的一封信

有短路的线路要修复，有废墟要重建，有迷宫要走出，有愚人要渡