A dark, omnipresent pool of water...
It was probably always there, hidden away somewhere. But when the time comes it silently rushes out, chilling every cell in your body. You drown in that cruel flood, gasping for breath. You cling to a vent near the ceiling, struggling, but the air you manage to breathe is dry and burns your throat. Water and thirst, cold and heat - these supposedly opposite elements combine to assault you.
The world is a huge space, but the space that will take you in - and it doesn't have to be very big - is nowhere to be found. You seek a voice, but what do you get? Silence. You look for silence, but guess what? All you hear over and over is the voice of this omen. And sometimes this prophetic voice pushes a secret switch hidden deep inside your brain.
Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. And still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart.
最近的我好像也掉入了這樣的惡水當中，腦子裡充滿了激烈的無聲撞擊，就算筋疲力竭想逃離這淌惡水，卻像無止盡的夢魘，自我禁錮。原來，人與人的gap，無所不在，價值觀的差異，竟然可以讓人感到如此憤怒、迷惘與無力。本來以為與眾不同的小世界，其實也只是大環境的縮影而已。
喔，I feel dizzy, and maybe, "a little bit" shocked and depressed. 我多少能體會，為何當哥白尼提出地動說時，會被視為異教徒，甚至處死了。畢竟，他試圖動搖的是一大群人的價值觀，而非區區一兩個路人甲乙而已。
我真的還不太習慣，我的世界這麼不絕對，如此的相對...
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