无数次,我回忆起那个梦:一个纵深的餐厅里,错落着的圆桌,一张张陌生的面孔,还有穿着白色制服的服务生,举着托盘在桌椅间穿梭。梦里我是要离开,走出这个餐厅。我向外走,但却怎么也走不出去,我这才惊讶地发现,这餐厅竟好似蜗牛的壳——一圈圈旋转着向前伸延。我随着它转着、绕着继续前进。擦身而过的是漠然的人们。墙壁上嵌着窗,看不见别的,惟 Countless times, I recalled that dream: a deep restaurant, scattered round tables, strange faces, and waiters in white uniforms, holding a tray in the shuttle between tables and chairs. I want to leave in the dream, get out of this restaurant. I walked out, but how could I not go out, I was surprised to find that the restaurant was actually like snail shells - a circle spinning forward and extending. As I turned it around, I moved on. Passed by people who are indifferent. There’s a window in the wall, but nothing else