Part 1
He thought this was his special power. After staring at a spot under a dark light for a long time, everything in front of him blurred along with the lines of each object. The whole world became a gray patch, and the entire universe became a flat surface, extending and collapsing infinitely, until he shook his head and everything came back.
He has often played this game since he was a child, all the time and on various occasions, crawling out before being swallowed up by the imaginary world. There is no sharp point in the surrounding people and the surrounding environment that can pierce him. His world is all walls, brick by brick, a self-constructed house, and if he wants to maintain peace, he must keep his own order. This is his sense of security and his home.
He was still looking at each other. In such a rehearsal hall, several people were sitting together. This was the interview session of a play. He signed up to be an actor in a play. The people in front of him took turns performing and introducing themselves. He was about to come. The world he had created was facing the final step of disintegration. This was the decisive moment. The person next to him pushed his back with his arm. The whole world suddenly jumped before my eyes. They asked him to introduce himself and act out a favorite character from the play.
This is a play with all kinds of ancient scripts compiled into a thick book, from the ethical myths of ancient Greece that involved beheading, bleeding, killing one's father and marrying one's mother, to contemporary autobiographies of artists who use neurosis to cover up mediocrity. This comprehensive book is the essence of human language that has been misplaced in the dirtiest frontiers of the past thousands of years. Every word they say is engraved on a kind of human spinal cord. On the Pillar of Shame, human beings whose maternal genes have been passed down for thousands of years are constructed and trained. This is the root of mankind. He thought, this deep call broke his balance. For half a year, he had not spoken in the past six months. He was trying to wait for some grand destiny picture to suddenly invade the originally unbalanced life form. He needed to speak so much.
After the collapse of a certain intimate relationship last time, he established a certain order for himself in order to heal himself. Because he opened too much, he had to close more in order to maintain balance, so he closed his mouth. And man, being a man, his desire to connect with the outside world keeps getting stronger and stronger, he is surrounded by walls of his own making, and now he wants to get out. He firmly believed that there was something that could lead him out, and now it came.
Part 2
He chose a play about a blind man who wanted to tell everyone that an earthquake was coming, but no one on the street believed him, so he and the people here died here due to the earthquake.
He pulled several chairs down on the ground and laid them down. Then he lay on the ground and acted like a dead body in front of everyone.
There was silence.
After a few minutes he stood up.
He was about to cry. He looked at everyone in despair and helplessness. He wanted to call everyone by name. When his sense came back, he suddenly saw the other person. No, this is a blind man. He lowered his head, gradually twitched, and roared incomprehensibly, starting with a heavy bass, and slowly becoming sharper, until the low cry made his chest swell and he could no longer breathe. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, vomited, and knelt on the ground in a vomiting state. He rubbed his fingers on the floor and let out a harsh, dry scream. He fell to the ground tiredly, and his saliva and tears were mixed on the floor.
He closed his eyes, he didn't want to get up again.
Someone awkwardly clapped twice and then fell silent.
How to break this situation? Is he playing a blind man, a mute, or a madman?
Or he wasn't acting at all.
He lay still. It seems that as long as you don't move, you don't have to face anything, and everything can be cut off from beginning to end and just flow in the middle. The same is true for everyone. When an event does not lead to any results, in the middle is the best way. No one wants to break this situation.
For a long time, he seemed to be dead.
Some people are destined to be abandoned by language. It's time to end this, he thought. The focus of his eyes became loose again, his body and heart were out of sync, and he smiled. stand up. Bow to everyone.
"I am all of you, and now we are all dead," he said in sign language.
He failed. The power didn't burst into words from his throat. "Force" doesn't even exist, so is it all just an illusion? Not speaking anymore became a lie to himself, and he became a blind man unable to reconcile with the mute. He did not become his own god as he wished, but fell into an endless self-made hell.
There was nothing, and for the first time in his life he felt a sinking emptiness.
Returning to their seats, everyone was still immersed in the hoarse torture. The next person next to him stumbled and introduced himself, glanced at him, and continued his performance.
To a certain extent, he has become a disabled person as he wished, and his disability is his expression. They were still whispering that a mute successfully played the role of a blind man, and then he got a prophecy, and eventually everyone died because of his disability.
That man was extremely tough, and his eyes kept looking at him. An aura of resentment and death emanates from the performer and the other people next to him. He has done nothing wrong. He just destroyed the hypocritical, friendly, and mutually sensual magnetic field of this space, as if everyone will take revenge on him from now on.
He fled the place quickly.
Part 3
On the subway, imagination flows in continuously with the rumble of the carriage. One person raised his hand and asked him, "Why don't you speak?" One, two, three, four, five, everyone stood up in unison, "Why don't you speak, why don't you speak, why don't you speak..." The voices continued to mix and roar, and the questions turned into curses, and the curses turned into scolding. He opened his mouth to explain, but no sound came out. The person opposite looked up at him, and he looked away. How lucky a person is to be able to use a character and a medium to express his true feelings. And he became mute in order to speak, and blind in order to speak. In order to become a "human", he moves further and further away from "human".
He started running, and his clothes and shoes flew away. He put on a show, covering his eyes and running across the road, dragging passers-by, mouthing "There's going to be an earthquake, run quickly." He almost burst out with the sound in his throat. He even heard the slight vibration of his whimpering vocal cords. He was breathing heavily, and people looked at him in panic, with horror in their eyes about the content. They really believed that there was going to be an earthquake. No one was slandered because of his force. This was on the street, and the performance was just a trick. As long as here, falsehood and truth can be confused, because no one cares whether what you say is true or not, we can all survive.
Suddenly enlightened. He couldn't stop. It no longer mattered whether he could speak or not. He found a new way to deal with the "inability to speak" wound - becoming a new character.
"You never said you couldn't talk."
He stared blankly into the eyes across from him.
"If you don't speak, you should write clearly. We have a play about disabled people. I can take you there."
The person opposite waved his hand in front of him, but he still stared blankly.
The other party held up his hand, but he ducked and picked up his crutch.
They came to a brighter rehearsal hall with a few chairs scattered around.
He sat down in the corner, and another girl turned to look at him.
"I won't speak anymore."
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