1我从头痛中苏醒,已经快两点了。我的记忆,我的头痛,是凌晨还是下午,我听到街上有着难以置信的宁静。为何我感到如此害怕?我不敢转动头,目光所及只能看见一面呆杵着的镜子,我曾反复擦拭它,每天都要一丝不挂地站在镜子前,仔细确认我的存在。我并非痴迷于自己的身体,或者说正好相反:乳房不够挺,左右还不对称。让人皱起眉头的到底是自身还是镜子,现在都显得如此的愚蠢。我不明白自己为什么还待 1 I wake up from my headache, almost two o'clock. My memory, my headache, is it morning or afternoon, I hear the incredible tranquility in the street. Why did I feel so scared? I could not turn my head, I could only see the pestle mirror in my eyes, and I wiped it repeatedly, standing naked before the mirror every day, and carefully confirming my existence. I'm not obsessed with my own body, or just the opposite: the breasts are not pretty, not symmetrical. Frustrations in the end is itself or a mirror, and now it seems so stupid. I do not understand why I still have to wait