Moment
I cannot finish the sentence 言语，任何言语
艺术微喷, Chromogenic print, 2020
我已经熬过了黑夜。黑夜习惯于神秘的馈赠和拒绝，习惯于半送半不送的东西，习惯于带着黑暗半球的欢乐。
夜晚就是这样，我告诉你。那一夜，汹涌澎湃的浪潮给我留下了惯常的碎屑和奇异的结局。
大浪带来了你。
言语，任何言语，你的笑声。
我们交谈，你却忘了言语。
- 博尔赫斯
The useless dawn finds me in a deserted street corner; I have outlived the night.
Nights are proud waves; darkblue topheavy waves laden with all the hues of deep soil, laden with things unlikely and desirable.
Nights have a habit of mysterious gifts and refusals, of things half given away, half withheld, of joys with a dark hemisphere. Nights act that way, I tell you. The surge, that night, left me the customary shreds and odd ends: some hated friends to chat with, music for dreams, and the smoking of bitter ashes. The things my hungry heart has no use for.
The big wave brought you.
Words, any words, your laughter; and you so lazily and incessantly beautiful. We talked and you have forgotten the words.
- Jorge Luis Borges