A poet who goes to a strange place and seeks words from strangers. A new prototype.
The standard of language exists for communication, for the embrace of two souls; after losing language, one loses one's own voice, so he seeks out strangers and rediscovers his own voice through the words of others.
"If not, I'd rather not have anything." Conversation is an exchange of words, giving words and receiving words. Every sentence is learned in this exchange, and the mind goes farther and farther as the words are thrown at each other. Poets trade words with silver coins, and every time they recite the words, they unravel and rediscover the silk thread that is implicated in the old imitations.
The poet has his own thorough and pure vocabulary, and the poet is still a lonely poet. I didn't understand my wife, but I depended on the text of the letter left by my wife after she left. When I saw the little boy for the first time, I thought that the language could not be understood, and the smile left by the boy became the bond of a day because of the lack of language and invisibility; the moment when I touched my heart, there were songs from the distant stranger's window. Yinghe, the band that suddenly appeared on the bus at the end, stood on the sand dunes, abandoned vocabulary, and waved white handkerchiefs towards the cruise ship in the distance.
There is only one day left, and one day is forever. I don't have much time, does this even make sense or I'm just lying to myself, I can't tell the voice of memory from reality. When to abandon language, and when to find a unique voice and find yourself. I saw the waves, silently engulfing the last day of my life, just encountered, my words.
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