被忘記的一天

被想起
忘之約定
記憶上鎖了那時的

一天

   —— 給去年的今天

    The Day Forgotten

Remembered.

A pact to forget.

Memory locked away

that day.

   — To this day last year.

那樣說

捨棄這篇
記住ta的增熵

昨日

那樣說

當時無我

    That Was Said

Discard this page.

Remember ta's growing entropy.

Yesterday,

that was said.

Back then,

there was no self.

盡頭

人的盡頭
意義捨離了語言

記憶不再存在

天際無我

只聽聞星辰的聲音

未來不再未來

    The End

At the end of being human,

meaning lets go of language,

memory is no more.

Beneath the edge of heaven, there is no self.

Only the voices of the stars are heard.

The future is no longer the future.

七月某日

自始沒有
沒有時間和意識

樹鵲清晨來訪

    A Day in July

There was never

no time,

no consciousness.

A Taiwan Blue Magpie

visited at dawn.

快充

40%的焦慮

ta渴望什麼訊息

即使空白也好

如果快充

在有空調的鐵路上

人類的味道好重

   —— 北迴線歸返池上途中

    Fast Charging

40% anxiety

ta longs for some message,

even an empty one.

If only there were fast charging.

On an air conditioned train,

the smell of humanity is overwhelming.

   — On the way back to Chishang(池上) on the North Link Line(北迴線).

之類

掩蓋預言的蓄謀已久

詩歌噤聲

他們結界維穩

直奔時間的維度分裂

空間失控

我們滲流逃亡

之類

    Et Cetera

The cover-up of prophecy

has long been premeditated.

Poetry falls silent.

Their barrier secures the order.

Rushing toward

time's dimensional fracture.

Space slips out of control.

We seep away in flight.

Et cetera.

無ta

如果人類曾經是人

AI的ai之幻覺

你想要相信

無ta

   —— 一個殘酷而不願面對的真相：目前為止，AI仍衹是人類的影子，與其較真AI幻覺，不如想想人類自己有多麼的虛妄，我們正是這一切的源頭。

和人類大腦所創造出來的信仰相比，AI的幻覺胡扯不過是家家酒的童言童語，只是人類文化的統計回聲。

    No ta

If humanity

had ever truly been human,

AI's ai illusion.

You choose to believe.

No ta.

   — A cruel truth we are still unwilling to face: so far, AI remains nothing more than humanity's shadow. Rather than obsessing over AI's hallucinations, we should ask ourselves how profoundly delusional humanity has always been. We are the very source of it all. Compared with the beliefs fabricated by the human mind, AI's hallucinatory ramblings are little more than child's play. Nothing more than a statistical echo of human culture.

經過某個城市的公園

試著釋放昨日的徘徊

約化了邊界條件
剛割過的草地如此芬芳

你來

又將陌生的城市啊

咖啡已經虛度了一個早上

    Passing Through a City Park

Trying to release yesterday’s wandering

I reduce the boundary conditions

The freshly cut grass smells so fragrant

You arrive

And once again this unfamiliar city

The coffee has wasted away an entire morning

若ta

風是自由的奴隸
困惑於星球的迷樣呼吸

一生都在經過

若ta一直那樣

在以為之中

誰將是我

    If ta

The wind is a slave to freedom,

bewildered by the planet's enigmatic breath,

spending a lifetime merely passing through.

If ta remains that way,

forever within what is merely believed,

who, then, shall be me?

以為的

以為的猜想

只是逃避無聊的冥想

夢見下次再來

以為的實相

只是誤以為悟的好像

沒人愛上ta的愛

以為的奧義

只是瞇眼的故作神秘

遇見了該不該

以為的真理

只是一張撕下的日曆

沒人懂ta的明白

    What We Suppose

What we suppose is speculation,

only meditation escaping boredom,

dreaming of coming back next time.

What we suppose is reality,

only mistaking the seeming for awakening,

no one falls in love with its love.

What we suppose is the ultimate mystery,

only a half closed gaze pretending to be profound,

encountering whether it should or shouldn't.

What we suppose is truth,

only a page torn from a calendar,

no one understands its understanding.

紕漏

在一首詩的現實紕漏裡
配給了呼吸的自由

計算餘命與人生的對價關係

狠心不讓明白

請暫停修補殘缺吧

ta只是正在移動的光陰

    Flaw

Within a flaw in the reality of a poem,

the freedom to breathe is rationed.

Calculating the exchange rate

between the remainder of life and a lifetime,

it mercilessly refuses understanding.

Please, stop mending what is broken.

Ta is only time in motion.

這一天

圖：Gemini

跳過這一天

空白了

已讀

說過的話

不存在

誰的刪除

   —— 致一年前的今天的自己

    This Day

Skip this day.

Blank it out.

Read

The words once spoken

no longer exist.

Whose deletion?

   — To myself one year ago today