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The dark current between the sand gap may be a kind of monologue, a monologue that has lost the function of dialogue. Monologue, perhaps, is really more like pure thinking. With an entire city de- manding “dialogue”, I wonder if your refusal is to preserve the right to the last monologue.
In a sense, a true writer has no readers. A painter, an actor, a dancer, can be without an audience. A singer, an instrumentalist, can have no audience.
I see an old dancer, picking up a chair on the stage, spinning, moving, staring. Is he talking to the audience? No, he’s just doing the monologue in the dance.
Each column of water reflected light is a monologue. They are so real, the flowers reflected in the water, the moon in the mirror, to prove that they are “illusion”, perhaps we just don’t feel confident about reality.
So, is your refusal a truth or an illusion? In other words, you just refused for me.
I stay in reality, and you take my place in the world of illusion. When you smile and look up from the water, I just smile and tell you everything on the shore, including the brightness of the sun, the wind, and my gentle swaying in the wind.
It is said that all the previous life in memory is just a monologue of this life. Therefore, I must sit at the window of this time in my destiny, waiting for the sky to darken and darken.
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