A man wearing a dark fur coat approached Sevjo. ‘You’re German?’
Sevjo shook his head. He sensed something.
‘Would you like a ride?’
‘No.’
‘You can have a reward for that.’
‘No. I don’t need any money.’
The man spoke in a low voice, ‘Not money. It’s a credit for you to do many things.’
Sevjo stepped back and was ready to run.
Then the man spoke out a strange name. Upon this, Sevjo stood still.
‘You still remember. Then come, we can get together. You can lead a better life than this.’
‘What’s the meaning of going on like...?’
The man’s eyes under the dark thick hair were forceful. ‘We’ve changed. We’re different from our former selves. You don’t want to live like this again, do you?’
‘There’s nothing bad about this living...’
‘You know well this is bad. We’re different now. Come back and join us again.’
Sevjo was speechless.
2008年11月30日 星期日
2008年11月16日 星期日
Tane vanished in the dark forest
The next morning, Tane set off for the forest.
Sevjo stopped at the sight of the trees. He thought: Why does he want to go into the forest? He knows I’m following, so in the forest he can chase me back? He can kill me there if he wants to. Suddenly the dark forest seemed a barrier of trees melted into a continental blockage.
It took Sevjo courage and hope on the positive side to follow Tane into the forest. Once in it, Sevjo felt hard to breathe. He lost sight of Tane who seemed dissolved into the complicating trunks and deep foliage. Sevjo found himself lost. He could retreat, but then he would lose Tane, maybe forever. They had just met for so short a time. Would Sevjo want to leave his would-be angel in this dark woody...then he recalled what the name Tane originated. Yes, he was the god of trees. He shall revive in the woods by probing into this mid-summer night dreamland. He gains spirit. But can I?
Sevjo went out of the forest, wandering outside. He didn’t know which was the right direction. He hopelessly pondered. Once in a while he went inside the woods again, then out. Tane was nowhere to be traced.
Sevjo stopped at the sight of the trees. He thought: Why does he want to go into the forest? He knows I’m following, so in the forest he can chase me back? He can kill me there if he wants to. Suddenly the dark forest seemed a barrier of trees melted into a continental blockage.
It took Sevjo courage and hope on the positive side to follow Tane into the forest. Once in it, Sevjo felt hard to breathe. He lost sight of Tane who seemed dissolved into the complicating trunks and deep foliage. Sevjo found himself lost. He could retreat, but then he would lose Tane, maybe forever. They had just met for so short a time. Would Sevjo want to leave his would-be angel in this dark woody...then he recalled what the name Tane originated. Yes, he was the god of trees. He shall revive in the woods by probing into this mid-summer night dreamland. He gains spirit. But can I?
Sevjo went out of the forest, wandering outside. He didn’t know which was the right direction. He hopelessly pondered. Once in a while he went inside the woods again, then out. Tane was nowhere to be traced.
2008年11月9日 星期日
Laurasia and Gondwanaland
9/11
Why did he pretend not knowing I’m the person that was following him?
Then Sevjo was aware of this consciousness. Haunted, by so clearly of what he is doing. Conscious of consciousness. Observing myself in the end, to the end, without an end...
When Sevjo finally got up, he could only manage to track a weak signal of Tane. He tried hard to get closer to him despite feeling hungry.
I interrupted. Why do you write all these? Is it related to me?
My future me replied, ‘Yes, but not now. We’ll meet them in the end of this century.’
What? The end of the century? That’s still a long way to go.
‘Believe me. You aren’t dead yet by then.’
Sevjo found the place Tane spent the night. He wanted to check in, but had not. He left himself some hope by looking upwards from outside the motel to those rooms with or without light. It created hope. He wanted himself to bear a thread of hope.
In his room Tane was reading a book on Laurasia. In it he noticed Gondwanaland as well. The north and south. Why it is two, instead of three? Tane thought. What if some people, or aliens, bear the mentality of the three, the trinity, the trio, to view the magnetic field, would they still regard the the world as two?
Why did he pretend not knowing I’m the person that was following him?
Then Sevjo was aware of this consciousness. Haunted, by so clearly of what he is doing. Conscious of consciousness. Observing myself in the end, to the end, without an end...
When Sevjo finally got up, he could only manage to track a weak signal of Tane. He tried hard to get closer to him despite feeling hungry.
I interrupted. Why do you write all these? Is it related to me?
My future me replied, ‘Yes, but not now. We’ll meet them in the end of this century.’
What? The end of the century? That’s still a long way to go.
‘Believe me. You aren’t dead yet by then.’
Sevjo found the place Tane spent the night. He wanted to check in, but had not. He left himself some hope by looking upwards from outside the motel to those rooms with or without light. It created hope. He wanted himself to bear a thread of hope.
In his room Tane was reading a book on Laurasia. In it he noticed Gondwanaland as well. The north and south. Why it is two, instead of three? Tane thought. What if some people, or aliens, bear the mentality of the three, the trinity, the trio, to view the magnetic field, would they still regard the the world as two?
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