"Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs on hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate—he has little success in this—but with the other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different (and more) things than do the others; after all, dead as he is in his own lifetime, he is the real survivor. This assumes that he does not need both hands, or more hands than he has, in his struggle against despair."--Kafka



Thursday, November 12, 2009

猝死

太忙了,睡得少,早上九時上班,工作至深夜十二時,一天工作超過十二小時,喝得太多茶和咖啡,開始藥石無靈,任我今天喝了超過一公升含咖啡因的飲料也已無效,有一剎那我懷疑在未來廿三日內會猝死。太累的結果是,連情緒也沒有,現狀像一輛沒brake 的車在衝下山,我已經不想去嘗試停下來,就讓汽車一直被吸力拉著。

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