Quarantine Chronicles
疫时写译
Day 3: The Cursor's Lament
第三天:光标的独白

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Where am I? Everything is bright, I have forgotten my past, I don’t know my future. All I have is now, an existence barely there. I am flickering in and out of consciousness. I feel something. A rhythm is driving me forwards. In and out and in and out. What am I running towards? My path leaves a squiggly line in the whiteness. It dances with me, closer closer closer and 我到底身在何处?一切都如此刺眼,我不记得过往,前路未知。我只有当下,又几乎不存在 。我一直闪烁,没有意识。我有一些感觉,驱使我向前的节奏。飘忽不定。我向前的目标是什么?我在白色之处走过,留下曲折,不同寻常的痕迹。它和我一同舞动,近一点,更近一点,然后……
Gone. Loneliness is a freeing thing. It has given me wings to soar, faster than I ever did before. What does it matter if I have no goal? I make my own pace, I light up your screen. 消失。孤独实际是无拘无束的,赋予我飞翔的翅膀,让我飞得更快。即使我毫无目标,又如何呢?我有适合自己的步伐,我点亮了你的屏幕。
Where am I going? I’ve left you a present, a painting almost. What does it look like to you? A sunset? Maybe a face? So many things look like faces if you try hard enough. 我在去往何方?我已经给予你一份礼物,几乎是一副画作。你觉得它像什么?夕照?或许一张脸?如果你仔细看看,会发现许多像人脸的地方。
I worry my story will have no end as it has no beginning. Remember me today. 我担心我的故事没有结局,正如它没有开始一样。请记住今天的我。

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Last modified on 2020-03-26