雨停了,瀑布将整夜喧嚣。我出来散步,吃点东西。我的身体——也就是我的腿——又湿又冷,粘着尖利的石屑,白的,像餐桌上的碟子那么大。我的目标是前面那块岩石,恐怕天亮时我还离那儿远着呐。我像鬼一般运动,我那松弛的边缘擦过地面,我实在是太重,太重,太重。我白色的肌肉已疲劳 The rain stopped and the waterfall would linger all night. I came out for a walk and had something to eat. My body - my legs - was wet and cold, sticky, chipped, white, as large as the plates on the table. My goal is the rock in front of me. I’m afraid I’m still away from it when it’s dawn. I am like a ghost movement. My slack edges brush the ground. I am too heavy, too heavy and too heavy. My white muscle has fatigued