IshqIshqIshq

從一長串夢中醒來，你記得那扇把世界擋在外面的門被打爛了，門板剝落框架都被打歪半吊在門鉸上，你卻依然睡著，你知道警察來過，可沒有一個鄰居願意告訴你發生過甚麼；友人在月台的一邊猛向你招手，你差點追不上即將開出的列車，台階突然升高，沒跌進月台空隙卻撞在閘門上；你提著一個黑色旅行袋，塞滿...

1. 你在哪座城市？2020年的除夕，你是怎麼過的？香港。平常沒怎樣慶祝新年，除夕甚麼地方都沒去，在家裡收拾，也刷新聞，在憂慮和不安之中想念身在香港與別國的家人、朋友、伴侶。擔心香港和各地會有社區爆發。2. 你的口罩儲備有多少？講一個關於口罩的故事吧，你親歷，或者聽說的都行。

And I write as if I were dreaming. Or dream as if I were writing. I finally discover that no other manner of saying it would matter.

Between this sky and the face turned towards it there is nothing on which to hang a mythology, a literature, an ethic, or a religion – only ...

There’s something like pain in the room, and it’s partly overcome: but the weight of objects wins, their way of signifying weight and loss.There’s something like red in the tree, but it’s the...

...

...

My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing. I am the sin of memory and the absence of memory. I watch the news and my mouth becomes a sink full of blood.–Warsan...

...