杜拉斯曾说:“我的生命的历史并不存在。那是不存在的,没有的。并没有什么中心。也没有什么道路,线索。只有某些广阔的场地,处所,人们总是要你相信在那些地方曾有过怎样一个人,不,不,是那样,什么人也没有。”这是一句咒语,把你唤进文字的黑森林,然后遗弃你,像女巫一样从你面前消失。走在杜拉斯的语言迷宫里,我的理解力在瑟瑟发抖,但我并不沮丧。我闻到了酒精的味道,想象力像一团火在燃烧,脚步也有些颠簸和摇晃。我迷恋这种摇摇晃晃的状态,置身于欲望和恐惧的深处,有无数的陷阱,非常刺激的存在。被黑暗的空气所包围,又逃脱,又靠近,在绝望中沉醉,带着罪恶感。陷入那个世界的核心。没有任何幸福能够取代这种幸福,每 Duras once said: “The history of my life does not exist. That is nonexistent. There is no center. There is no way, clues. Only some of the vast venues, premises, people always want Do you believe that there was such a person in those places, no, no, no, no one. ”This is a mantra that calls you into the text of the Black Forest, and then abandons you, disappearing from you like a witch . Walking in the language labyrinth of Duras, my understanding shivers, but I am not depressed. I smell the smell of alcohol, the imagination is like a burning fire, and my steps are bumpy and jolted. I am obsessed with this stagnant state, exposure to the depths of desire and fear, there are numerous traps, very exciting existence. Surrounded by dark air, escaped, approached, drunk in despair, with guilt. Caught in the heart of that world. No happiness can replace this happiness, every