Excuse me. where am I. Excuse me. who are you. Excuse me. Excuse me. Can't you hear me? Um. Oh. OK. I can't speak anymore.
Then you say. He lost all power. His right eye has lost its biological function. Please sew it up.
- "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly"
if.
My world only has the left eye to blink.
I think my first sentence must be too. I want to die.
Forgive such willfulness.
[1]
I have a pink piece of paper in my wallet.
Fold it in three and hide it behind the photo.
That was my medical student admission oath.
Health is linked to life.
Help human health. remove human ailments.
[2]
It is very confusing.
if it was me.
Then this book will not come out.
how.
It is possible to let such a desperate life live against its will.
[3]
They treat a 42-year-old man like a baby.
They washed his private parts clean and wrapped it up.
They forgot to turn off the TV so he could only do sleepless nights staring at the resting radio and the shrill chirping.
They rehabilitated it by strapping it to the bed and laughed.
He can see.
His body floated up and down in the bath.
A fly fell on his nose.
With his mouth cocked, he winked at all the visitors and said don't panic.
[4]
I also have an imagination and my memory.
The diving bell does not make people despair.
When I was 16 when I read that Jose died diving, my brain lost its appreciation for this stressful environment.
I guess. So I never learned to snorkel.
I started ringing in my ears. Forget about holding your breath. panic. drown. Then float out.
He forgot to struggle. He couldn't even breathe on his own. He spread out his body and looked left and right.
There is only one diving bell.
There is only one water that is not clear enough.
The light above is dim.
In the beginning of chaos.
This is his description.
[5]
The weight of life is beyond our ability to bear.
I came to believe that it was a fluke to thrive so greedily.
Is your soul a butterfly?
The general direction of life is.
The body becomes a tether rather than a freewheeling thing.
Do you think your soul is free?
He can only live in your beautiful broken body.
He can't be as rebellious as you say.
[Tail]
The only choice left is.
Every day may be a worse day before.
But it is not necessary.
Live freely, be honest, confess love, that's right.
Because the truth is.
one way or another.
good or bad. when you lose that ability.
will regret.
Not as good.
Still down and out, brilliant, free, pessimistic, longing for how or how to live.
Enough.
Farewells always come.
But that doesn't require preparation.
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