著 fixation


This person looks totally different when she just opens her eyes to this place. I mean, wakes up. 

(Is there an indication word for 'person' that's not she or he, her or his, him?)

When I look at the mirror.



Why do you take the sunlight?
I need vitamin D. It's hard to get from food.

If you don't need it, you might not do it?
I don't know.



She is definitely not that 'me' when I look at that mirror. I show up when I start to brush my hair.

She looks really 'splashed', the feeling, not put together, separated attention, tries to hold herself into a fixed place in a sudden, but consciously.

It feels like she went someplace else again.


Yes I recalled now...



我匆促踩上一台只有車頭的蒸氣火車造型的機械,它順著所在的軌道快速前行。

啊,是由我來駕駛的嗎。總之往前開著。

在遠方的某處站點要停下了,它衝撞到前方的什麼,玻璃撞碎了一些,我下車,並不在意。




為什麼在四個地表板塊交界上生活,東西還是這樣擺放呢,知道它們有毀壞的高度可能。很疑惑。


空に住みましょうか?



You just hold it there for such a long time.
Missing it, recalling it. Repeating the essence of the beauty.

Affections toward yourself.



Like the body miss the sun, and be broken down by it.



Maybe we can redesign ourselves to live in the sky. Aloft from the Earth, make it beautiful again. Then we don't get destroyed by its quakes.








Sumikko
2021/02/14 12:40 Taiwan, Hualien.