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• 在桌上，在我们的脸下，杯盘被阴影破成好多碎块，咖啡和红酒的褐色沉渣，烟灰缸和灰烬都匆匆扫荡汇聚在一起，变成一个热乎乎的黑色格调的小山，跟那些宇宙的垃圾清楚地区别开来。 这就是我记得的全部了。桌上的混合物只是这个更大混乱的构成部分，就像在灵交的狂热中，我们那些毫不相干的精神与过去胡乱地汇聚在一起，把所有的东西都随之带进那个房间，包括那些跟克尔恺郭尔密不可分的注解的碎石。记忆中，也许因为我们住在六楼吧，这一景象——这番看不见的景象——好像发生在一个很高的高度，似乎我们是某颗行星上的居民，悬垂在这座城市和这条河流黑色的背景上。说到底，除了一张巨大的黑幕，里面显然像随机刺戳般闪耀着片刻光芒外，什么是流逝的过去呢？ (查看原文)

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• On the table, below our faces, the cups and glasses broken into shards by shadows, the brown dregs of coffee and wine, the ashtrays and the ashes were hastily swept together into a little heap of warm dark tones distinct from the universal debris. That is all I remember. The mingle on the table was only part of the greater confusion as in the heat of rapport our unrelated spirits and pasts scrambled together, bringing everything in the room with them, including the rubble of footnotes bound into Kierkegaard. In memory, perhaps because we lived on the sixth floor, this scene—this ghostly scene—seems to take place at a great height, as if we sat on a star suspended against the darkness of the city and the river. What is the past, after all, but a vast sheet of darkness in which a few moment... (查看原文)

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