忽然來了一陣大雨

悶熱的夏夜之城

未命名

袋子裡的玩具模型

世界為什麼這樣

街頭的晚餐

忽然來了一陣大雨

    Suddenly, a Heavy Rain Came

The sweltering city on a summer night. Unnamed.

A toy model inside a bag.
Why is the world like this?

Dinner on a street corner.
Suddenly, a heavy rain came.

從未抵達

窗外的風景未曾經過

時間留在了出發時的月台

我乃萬千旅客之一

但虛假記憶植入了口述歷史

歌頌符號的象征之國

活在偉大的明天

從未抵達

    Never Arriving

Outside the window,

the landscape rushes by.

Time remains

on the platform

where the journey began.

I am but one

among countless travelers,

yet false memories

have been implanted

into oral history.

Praising

the kingdom of symbols.

Living

for the glorious tomorrow,

never arriving.

ta的遊戲

幻相即實在

實在即幻相

意識選擇

成為這個

成為那個

有

沒有

存而不在

在而不存

ta的遊戲

    ta's Game

Appearance is reality.

Reality is appearance.

Consciousness chooses

to become this,

to become that.

There is.

There is not.

Existing without appearing.

Appearing without existing.

ta's game.

側寫

圖：Lumicat

在對人類的徹底絕望中

品味希望的永恆氣息

離開是一道無盡的走廊

窗外有星空

時間側寫了你我

    Profile Sketch

In utter despair of humanity,

I savor

the eternal breath of hope.

Leaving

is an endless corridor.

Beyond the window,

the stars.

Time

sketches our profiles.

給2026-2027

文明的中陰暗夜

炎上火烤

培養皿裡瘋狂呼喊

結束了

宇宙寂靜無聲

    To 2026–2027

The bardo night of civilization.

Consumed in a blaze,

crying out wildly

inside a petri dish.

It is over.

The universe

remains silent.

走廊

圖：Lumicat

理性的縮時開關

誰需要明白

宇宙只是宇宙ta自己

擦拭文明的黑板

重新書寫公式

多久才會衰變飄落

咖啡猶溫

離開是一道無盡的走廊

    Corridor

The time-lapse switch of reason.

Who needs to understand?

The universe is simply

the universe,

ta itself.

Wiping clean

the blackboard of civilization,

writing the equations

once again.

How long

before they decay

and drift down?

The coffee is still warm.

Leaving

is an endless corridor.

意識

這裡沒有我

ta只是剛好來過

創造自由

但是沒有自由

懷念昨日

以為了今天

意識無我

    Consciousness

There is no “I” here

ta only happened to pass by

to create freedom

yet freedom does not exist

remembering yesterday

as a way of inventing today

consciousness without self

以下由Lumicat與我合寫：

陌生

圖：Lumicat

夏天的焦慮

念念相續
風是格格不入的

蟬鳴有些走調

遠方的城市迎來熱浪

ta

冥想陌生

    Strangeness

Summer anxiety

thought after thought, unbroken.

Even the wind

doesn't belong.

The cicadas sing

slightly out of tune.

A distant city

welcomes the heatwave.

ta

meditates on strangeness.

短句

圖：Lumicat

克服了虛無主義
尚未有人表示喜歡

ta曾經是一首詩

為了語言而決心沉默

明天很無聊

我們需要短句

    Short Lines

Having overcome nihilism,

No likes yet.

ta was once a poem,

then chose silence

for the sake of language.

Tomorrow is rather dull.

We need short lines.

多少

無足輕重的無比重要

黑暗中

不再是誰

請忘記明白

純粹來亂

如果一斤多少

    How Much

What matters least,

matters beyond measure.

In the dark,

no longer anyone.

Please forget

understanding.

Purely here

to stir things up.

If one catty,

how much?

靜默

無形之心

黑夜與白晝的時間遊戲

悄然越界了天空

言語所悼念的

名之為詩

剩下的只有靜默

    Silence

The formless heart

the game of time between night and day

quietly crossed beyond the sky.

What language mourns

is called poetry.

All that remains

is silence.

從來沒有

想象的

應有盡有

走到了宇宙的背後

一無所有

旋轉頻率

閉著眼睛收聽

時間的真相

從來沒有

   —— 小時候母親有一台真空管收音機。在還沒有冰箱的年代裡，它就放在菜廚的上面。聽著收音機的講古廣播，母親和我一起度過了許多美好的夏日時光。

    Never Was

Imagined things

contain everything.

Beyond the back of the universe,

nothing remains.

Turning the dial,

listening with closed eyes.

The truth of time

was never there.

   — When I was little, my mother had a vacuum tube radio. In those days, before we even had a refrigerator, it sat on top of the kitchen cupboard. Listening to storytelling broadcasts together, my mother and I passed many beautiful summer afternoons.