After this happened to me last November, one of the worst things has been the swap between the hemispheres of asleep and awake. I used to shake myself out of my dreams with relief; I would rush into the day and not look back. But now I start to wake up from a dream of my old life, in the uneasy, empty twilight of the morning, and I think No all over again, with the same forces as the No on the telephone that day, standing in the Arctic blank of the hotel room, gripping the receiver with my locked-up fingers, as if that could stop her disappearing. (查看原文)
The more I try to remember it the more I wake up, until I am just in bed—lying angrily in bed, drawing my eyelids open like stiff shutters, onto my new life. The brown walls and carpet of my rented room, the gray light seeping in at the window, the framed picture of miscellaneous khaki countryside. Then my situation comes back to me; filing in one piece at a time. (查看原文)
还没人写过短评呢