記得那一晚,我看向窗外馬路,凌晨三、四時的道路上,沒有任何車輛經過,只有街燈在靜靜地發出光芒。
街燈永遠都為車輛和行人照明,好像我們的好朋友;然而,當夜深人靜之時,在高樓上仍在努力工作的我,卻覺得街燈甚為刺眼,加上螢幕的光,便覺得非常頭暈。
做學生時,即使有幾日做得較夜,仍能很快便倒頭一睡;現在上班,一星期有五日都要早起,為了善用晚上不多的私人時間,也不捨得太早入睡。
再多做幾個月,就打算躺平 XD
無論上班做甚麼,總覺得人生不是自己的
橫豎也是窮,不如孤注一擲
打算做手工藝、寫文、做兼職為生
雖然收入極不穩定,甚至是零收入
但至少,我重新掌握了自己的人生
生活會變得多姿多彩
如果你也有這樣的想法,不妨一試
畢竟,人生只有一次
I RMB the day when I was rushing for assignments.
It’s good to have street light.
But they burn my eyes at late night.
Okay… Go to bed earlier.
And wake up TMR for work 😉
Progressing at late night
Poem by Yi Chun (易真)
12 a.m. is a deadline for sleep when you’re young.
12 a.m. is a mark to start for work as you grow up.
I’ve worked through 12 a.m. to 4 a.m..
Grumbling. 4 a.m. in front of the laptop.
Sharp light from screen, just like midday sunlight.
My eyeballs gone. The images dance.
Dark and bright. I scream.
Vasoconstriction boosts attention,
but gravity, draw blood to the ground.
Empty head. Empty mind.
Just as the street lights outside the window.
They aren’t cheerleaders but arsonists,
burning the slumbered streets into draining blood vessels.
Forcing the agitating adrenaline.
Bombing the resting silence.
I hit my keyboard.
Reluctantly well-behaved.
Like a dead dog. Like a vampire.
Smoothly and damningly
progressing.
圖片:
首張攝於深水埗
第二張是網上圖片
Photos:
1st pic.: Sham Shui Po
2rd pic.: Online source
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