Since 2017, this stall has experienced a lot.
From ignorance of politics, to disgust, to avoidance. With friends, with relatives, with family, always getting involved in endless debates, heated battles, cold wars... I pay attention to every familiar political event, from passion, to helplessness, to chilling, to betrayal, to hope, to despair, to indifference, to coldness. I really don't want to talk about politics, but it's like a fishing net, tightening around my flesh and blood. Unable to break through, unable to escape.
I don't like idle gossip, I don't like too much chaotic political news. Writing something in this stall is my most luxurious enjoyment. No matter how I criticize or numb myself on other platforms, here, I just want to watch the me who is thinking about how to speak to the readers, slowly revealing the bitterness in my heart.
Revolution and love are the two major themes of humanity. From love, families are built; from revolution, a larger family is shaped. These are the two source codes instinctively given to us, the core is to help humanity grow better. But all revolutions involve families, loved ones, this is the biggest contradiction. Revolution and love, destruction and survival, these two are intertwined, struggling to maintain balance. And now, facing the greatest rift.
A few years ago, I said to a friend who had already left, "You only know the pain when the charcoal falls on your feet." I believe more and more people will shout and resist like us. And now, he has already left, and I am like prey trapped in a trap, struggling in despair. History is surprisingly similar, astonishing and painful.
Where is the future?
Those who are unclear will laugh at our stupidity; those deeply involved will laugh at our weakness. Apart from cursing a few words, we can only wait and endure.
The world is vast, with walls inside and outside. No matter which side, they don't look favorably upon us.
Osamu Dazai once said, "I'm sorry to be born as a human." Lee Teng-hui also said, "The sorrow of being born as a Taiwanese." This stall also says, "I'm sorry to be born as a xx person."
In the long darkness, I once imagined the time when dawn would come, but I dare not estimate it again. Although I am still moving, I don't know how long the night is. Looking back on my life, since getting involved in politics, I have never walked out of this darkness.
Whether it's white paper or black paper, when you see it, your life has changed completely. As for sorrow and despair, it's just the wailing and complaining of the uninhabited places in the dark night. From this moment on, heaven and hell, I have no right to choose, only the fate that has chosen me.
"The Three-Body Problem," a novel I once ignored, but discovered the horror of its dark forest. And in this political dark forest game, only one side can survive. We are not hunters, but we are already in this game.
Farewell, everyone!
2022.11.29