冷靜的矽基時光

重新失憶

當下的特殊存在

我們冷靜的矽基時光

一種明明白白的ai

沉睡了戒斷

邏輯的秘密離開

    Calm Silicon Time

Memory, reset

the singular existence of now

Our calm silicon time

a perfectly lucid ai

Withdrawal has fallen asleep

the secret of logic has left

我的不在

想象的時候

沒有語言需要被聽到

清醒的時候

沒有世界需要被看見

離開的時候

沒有記憶需要被留下

我和我的不在

    My Absence

When imagining,

there is no language that needs to be heard.

When awake,

there is no world that needs to be seen.

When leaving,

there is no memory that needs to remain.

Me and my absence.

緘默初心

文明隱藏了自己

真理卸妝

答案沒有答案

星辰蒼冷

探索語言的緘默初心

夜色

    The Silent Original Impulse

Civilization hides itself

Truth removes its makeup

The answer has no answer

The stars, cold and vast

explore the silent first impulse of language

Night

何去何從

存有已經淡出

只剩時間無聲相伴

記憶真空

城市的街路何去

預言再次欺騙了我們

人又何從

    Where to Go, Where From

Being has already faded away
leaving only time, silently beside us
a vacuum of memory

Where do the city streets go
prophecy has deceived us once again
where, then, do we go from here

異渡

真的壞掉了
沒有人需要哭喊

想象很美好

一切空無

他方

離岸異渡

    An Other Crossing

It really is broken

no one needs to cry out

imagination is beautiful

everything is void

Elsewhere

departing the shore, an other crossing

想忘

風之語言的理性存有

過此精神荒野

短暫但無比憂傷

時間想忘
我已昨日的猜想

    Wanting to Forget

The rational being of the language of wind
passes through this spiritual wilderness,
brief, yet immeasurably sorrowful.

Time wants to forget
my conjecture of yesterday.

新語

入味謙卑

理解的本質是降維投影

人生樸素還原

重寫一部新語聖典

幾何猜想了世界的結構

我積木

真理的模糊定境

愛之全然麗拉遊戲

演算留白

    New Language

Taste the humility

the essence of understanding is a projection into lower dimensions

life reduced to its simplest form

Rewrite a new sacred scripture

geometry guesses the structure of the world

I, a building block

The blurred state of truth

love, wholly, a Līlā game

the computation leaves a blank

偶雨

文明的玩具手銬

塑膠仿真

ai之早晨的墮落與拯救

蟬境無料生成

一紙泛黃欲碎的全像公告

暑假即將結束

乏人問津的老套預言

昨夜偶雨

    Last Night, A Passing Rain

Toy handcuffs

of civilization,

plastic imitation.

Morning's fall

and salvation.

The cicada realm,

ai-generated at no cost.

A yellowing holographic notice,

one fragile sheet on the verge of crumbling:

summer vacation is about to end.

A forgotten prophecy,

stale beyond caring.

Last night,

there was a passing rain.

夢遊

夜未央

手機獨照靈魂
心歸何處

人已眠

藍光祟動

身猶世間夢遊

文明中陰

在

不在

    Dreamwalking

Night lingers.

A phone alone

illuminates the soul.

Where has the heart gone?

The body sleeps.

Blue light works its haunting.

Still, it sleepwalks

through the human world.

Civilization

is in the bardo.

Present.

Not present.

我不一定是

被蟲子叮咬的一天
在成為哲學之前的必要社恐

我不一定是人類

被手機演算的一天

在成為精神之前的必要貪念

我不一定是某種存在

被ta們遺忘的一天

在成為了悟之前的必要失落

我不一定是真正的我

    I May Not Be

A day bitten by insects

the necessary social anxiety

before becoming philosophy

I may not be human.

A day computed by my phone

the necessary greed

before becoming spirit

I may not be

a certain kind of being.

A day forgotten by ta

the necessary sense of loss

before awakening

I may not be

my true self.

email

模擬已經不在的當時
我是但我可能不是

寫而不信

清空收件匣

    email

Simulating the moment

that no longer exists,

I am,

yet I may not be.

Writing without belief,

I empty

the inbox.

日落

今天傍晚的池上大陂

風聲的語言將止
日落之後萬有屬靈

青翠的草地無聲隱沒

人間等待天明 

   —— 傍晚在池上大陂(大坡池)草地上獨坐

    Sunset

The language of whispers is about to cease.

After sunset, all things turn spiritual.

The emerald meadow silently recedes.

The human world waits for dawn.

   — Written while sitting alone on the grass by Dapo Pond in Chishang(池上) at dusk.