1986年4月9日,星期三这也许是不可能的,因为我的头感到这么的不舒服,心理或生理上的最小努力,都让我筋疲力尽,但不能写作使我感到丧失了自我,自一月初我就与我一生想要的东西隔离了,于是我想我必须试着每天写上几行。这是自我支撑的一个方式。下午的大部分时间我都躺着,八点钟上床,孤独地躺在我的床上,过去像一股潮汐升起,一次一次用我不能应付的回忆淹没我。我脆弱得像一个赤裸的新生儿。 Wednesday, April 9, 1986 This may not be possible because my head feels so uncomfortable, exhausted by mental or physical exertions, but I can not afford to feel I am losing myself At the beginning of the month I was isolated from what I wanted in my life so I thought I had to try writing a few lines a day. This is a way of self-support. I spent most of the afternoon lying down, going to bed at eight o’clock, lying alone in my bed, rising like a tide of time, flooding me with memories that I could not cope with. I am vulnerable like a naked newborn.