······在不知是由海水还是语言所旋起的涡流之起伏中,你被带入了一片不真实、不确定的氛围(这是何处?你是何人?)……你看见了,你什么也没有看见,一种无否定、无肯定的缺无充斥着你的视线,你感觉到了,你什么也没感觉到,一种虚幻不定的空无……没有什么不是模糊不定的,没有什么东西留在你身上,包括你自己,你在怀疑的摆荡之中,你无处存身……在某一时刻, ····································································································································································································································· You have seen nothing, a no-no, a lack of affirmation is not filled with your sight, you feel, you feel nothing, a kind of illusory empty ... ... nothing is not ambiguous There is nothing left on you, including yourself, you are in the midst of a suspense, and you have nowhere to save ... At some point,