level 11

I could’t sleep. I could’t sleep. Everyting’s far way. With insomnia, nothing’s real. Everyting’s a copy of a copy of a copy.我无法入睡。失眠症让我感受不到真实,一切都很虚幻,事情都成了相同的拷贝。
We used to read pornography. Now it was the horchow collection.以前我们看色情图片寻找刺激,现在是看产品目录。
Lost in oblivion,dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.不顾一切,感到黑暗,沉默和完整。我找到了自由,抛开所有希望就是自由。




无法真正入睡,也没有清醒的时刻。






你的生命一分一分的消逝。
















Self-improvement is masturbation. And self-destruction......