Chapter 31 Section 31

The mud is long and sparse, and some water plants grow sparsely. You are in the mud, and you are full of mud and rancid smell. You want to climb to a dry place to stand, and wash your body with the accumulated water on the surface of the mud, knowing that you will not be able to wash it clean no matter what. , but I had to get out of the mud anyway, tried my best to jump, but still fell into the mud, rolled over, made a mess, muddy, and had to climb again... Dimly in the distance, there seems to be a little light. Going to that light is more like crawling towards the light. The light comes out from the gap. Open, hear the wind, but there is no wind, a circle of light shines in front of you in a hall, you climb into the circle of light, and you stand up, the solid wooden floor, only to find that there is nothing but nothing in front of you can't see...

You need to make a gesture, then stay still, become a statue; You need to be like a house of gossamer, floating in the air, gradually melting like a cloud; You need to be on the jujube tree, like the thorny branches, like the leaves of the black cypress in early winter, which are dark purple and tremble in the wind; You need to wade through the stream, and you need to hear the sound of bare feet on the bluestone road; You need to drag the heavy memory out of the vat, making the floor wet; You need "a bright and white stage, let him roll with a naked woman in full view; You need to look down on them from above, showing your empty eye sockets, a pair of black holes;

You need to see the shadows of the clear full moon in the lonely sky behind this door; You need to have sex with a she-wolf and howl together; You need to walk lightly and finely, tap, tap, and dance in circles on the spot; You want your dancer to bounce on the ground like a dehydrated fish, You hope to be a cruel hand, hold this slippery and bouncing big fish, and cut it open with a knife, but you don't want the fish to die; You need to narrate a forgotten story, such as your childhood, in a very high-pitched voice on a high scale; You need to be in the dark, like a sinking ship, slowly sinking into the bottom of the water, and see many bubbles rising, all quietly without sound;

You need to turn into a big-headed fish, wagging your head and tail in the water plants, wandering around, You wish to be a melancholy eye, deep and sad, with which to see how the world twists and turns, and this eye is in the palm of your hand; You hope that you are a piece of sound, and a soft midrange is isolated from the sound, lining in front of a wall of sound; You hope that you are a jazz song, so casual and unexpected, improvised and so smooth, and then turn into a weird gesture, a ambiguous smile, two surprising looks that contain a smile, and then freeze and become numb Stiff, and then you slipped out without making a fuss, becoming a loach again, and left the weird smile on that dead face, for example, opening the mouth to reveal two dies, front teeth blackened by smoke, or magnesium two A big gold tooth, shining yellow on this dead grinning face, is also quite amusing.

You wish you were a kid peeing in a small square in the center of Brussels, men and women mouthing the spring water from his urine, girls giggling, and you, an old man sitting in a bar watching, so old and full Face can not open deep wrinkles!It doesn't matter whether you smile or not, you take a sip of the soy-sauce-like thick, dark sweet beer. You want to cry in public, but you don’t make a sound. People don’t know what you’re crying for. They don’t know if you’re really crying or you’re just pretending. !The respected audience was at a loss, then tore open the chest, took out a heart made of red plastic skin, grabbed "straw or toilet paper from it, and sprinkled it on those who were willing to applaud, walked full of chic steps, and then , then slipped and fell, could not get up again, myocardial infarction on the stage, of course, you don’t need ambulance, but you are acting, you have to show pain and pleasure, sorrow and desire, cunning smile, can’t figure it out It’s a smile, or a strange face, and then you slip away quietly, and have sex with the girl you’ve just met and you’ve moved your heart, standing up in the toilet and making love, only your feet are visible, her legs are wrapped around your waist, You pull on the water tank, so that it will flow like this, wash yourself out, make the whole world cry, make the windows of the whole world drip with rain, make the world a blur, misty, not sure whether it is rain or fog, You stand at the window and watch the snowflakes fall silently outside the window, letting the snow cover the whole city like a huge white shroud, while you in front of the window silently pay tribute to him for losing himself...

You can also change your eyes, you are in the auditorium, watch him climb up the stage, the empty stage, standing naked, under the bright light, he will have to get used to the strong light for a while before he can see through the light beam illuminating the stage Recognize you sitting in a red velvet chair in the back row of an empty theatre.