是的,我和他们生活在一起。天堂也许只属于活着的文字,死去的人。时间在这里是可操控的。它既缓慢,又迅速。如同一只身材臃肿步履蹒跚的巨兽,在永无尽头的茫茫公路上缓缓而来,却又在恍惚之间飞到了人生的尽头。在路的两端,它是自由的,永远在重复,永远在生活,永远在等待着,你踏进空间的那一步。 Yes, I live with them. Heaven may only belong to the living words, dead people. Time is manageable here. It is slow and fast. Like a bloated faltering behemoth, slowly on the boundless expanse of the highway, but in the trance flew to the end of life. At both ends of the road, it is free, always in repetition, forever in life, always waiting for you, as you step into space.