A week before leaving, I bought a dictionary and phrasebook. Covered in rain, during the days and even the nights, Shanghai was lit in a glow, a mist turning to a constant grey fog. Buildings lined with neon and lcd screens flashed, and from around corners and behind buildings, the night was illuminated much the same as the day. Cars separated the classes, their horns v...(展开全部) A week before leaving, I bought a dictionary and phrasebook. Covered in rain, during the days and even the nights, Shanghai was lit in a glow, a mist turning to a constant grey fog. Buildings lined with neon and lcd screens flashed, and from around corners and behind buildings, the night was illuminated much the same as the day. Cars separated the classes, their horns voices punctuating the streets, as pedestrians in groups loosely scattered the streets, talking and walking on speakerphone. Standing by the metro escalators, there in the square with the overhanging trees of a park, there is construction all around. The buildings seem to be climbing into the darkness at this very moment. Leaving behind and moving forward. We seem to know everything already, our illusion of experience. I imagine taking your hand, I imagined taking your hand, and the lights in the subway flicker as we go deeper. Transit bookmarks each experience, every daydream, and in the end they're interchangeable and indistinguishable between reality and imagination. Try to remember which is real. To Hangzhou the maglev reached 303 km/h, the towering apartment buildings hunch under construction, passing by in blurs on the flat farmland landscape. I fell asleep, as you were dancing but to no music. The lilies on the lake nodded in the rain, dipping into the water. There was a Wal-Mart near the hotel where I won a pink bunny from a claw machine. I remember the beauty of the architecture of Hangzhou station, birds swirling around the pillars near the top, the echoes of the deep station interior, and the laughing at being lost. There at least we have each other, that memory, or that daydream. Everything moves faster than we can control. Days are just flashes, moments are mixed up but burned on film, and all of the places and times are out of order. If it could only be us, only ours. If it was ours, if it was us. Sometimes everything goes faster than you can control and you can't stop, much less understand where you are. I bought a dictionary and phrasebook, but "xièxie" was the only word I ever got to use. - Will Long, January 2019
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1.(06.23.17) From the doorway of the beef noodle shop, shoes on the street in the rain, outside the karate school 02:30 2.Rains lit by neon 08:26 3.In the middle of the moving field 10:36 4.(06.26.17) Maglev at 303 km/h 00:44 5.Text me when you wake up 07:37 6.For the entirety 21:37 7.(06.24.17) Birds inside the high halls of Hangzhou, (06.23.17) Shanghai red line, metro karaoke 03:00 8.Prelude to obsession I 10:23 9.Prelude to obsession II 13:25 10.(06.26.17) Waiting in Hangzhou 00:57 11.Our dream to be strangers 15:25
0 有用 Ducky 2020-10-22 22:29:47
下一站,Hangzhoudong Station,现在广播找人。
0 有用 一锤🦷 2021-05-14 14:31:25
说来也巧,2020年出了红色版本LP
0 有用 林里 2019-05-14 23:39:40
唔该
0 有用 Jaychen 2023-01-14 00:34:00 山东
清理之前的"想听"中,当然还有很多很多没听完,这张很不错
1 有用 乔治洗衣机 2019-09-28 15:55:18
you'll never understand me
0 有用 水之腰 2024-03-19 22:31:39 北京
像江浙地区的冬天,很细的雾和雨,房间里不开灯,一个人坐在椅子上,到处湿湿的冷冷的,唯一的活物是烟。
0 有用 神楽坂琴梨 2024-03-31 01:38:50 天津
I bought a dictionary and phrasebook, but "xièxie" was the only word I ever got to use.
0 有用 BuBBle_Bro 2024-03-28 20:48:21 浙江
好亲切,所有的。
0 有用 马文 2023-12-19 17:22:40 湖北
有意思。
0 有用 kikoyamatooo_ 2024-02-29 04:21:30 美国
第十一首听了200遍