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《上海梦》第1章 - Shanghai Dream Chapter 1 Part

(2008-08-15 01:14:31)
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很快,年底将看不到他的大量连续性睡眠模式。噩梦认为,伸展到至无限远,鬼怪显现的恐惧深远的深入他的心灵。他被困在一个人间地狱,并有出路只有一条。不久,他将有他craved比任何事情都重要,一睡伸展打扰到无穷远。他将有和平。
 
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考德威尔glanced在时间预计在淡绿色像素的廉价台湾时钟建成的上限。透过烧毁的眼睛,折磨奄奄一息的心在这模糊区之间的睡眠和清醒,他观看了脉动数字时钟滴答。它是小时的曙光。以外,阴影夜间已开始消退,揭露灰色湿现实,一个冬天早上。他奠定惰性对记忆泡沫被褥,并观看了时间,自旋对,其无形的轴,扫通过其360度的圆弧,正是在六〇秒。这是上午05点30分。

时间已成为一个毫无意义的概念,考德威尔,减少到一个简单的生物倒计时,是不可阻挡的做法,即将届满日期。他发现,睡眠难以捉摸的,他的存在,减少到无数小时的觉醒其次是恼人的延伸失眠。有时候,他会去天没有睡觉,比较近期的痛苦,他得出的结论是潜意识所带来的由一个绝望的企图,以避免陷入被回成另一种无休止的序列可怕的梦。当睡眠来,最终,恶梦的开始,都再次,怪诞故事unfurling更强度。然后,他要唤醒尖叫,时间预计从时钟他唯一的灯塔现实,倒计时,他即将死亡。

他更想到它,更决定采取自己的生命似乎不通。今天,发生在他20 -第八生日,一样好一段时间,因为任何。有没有什么好庆祝的,只有侵害死亡的阴影里。这不是一个决定了来之不易。考德威尔怀疑的决策过程已在议案已有一段时间,射击距离深,他的突触。他要一直在考虑它在潜意识层面,暗中权衡的意见和利弊。

所有事情都是一样的,自杀似乎是最明智的道路可走。这是一个路径,以及践踏。他不能对任何更长的时间。他最近访问黑人区的椭圆形,这是他要采取的,而笼罩在一个现实的歪曲领域的他自己的决策,被确认有足够,他要一直contemplating它了一段时间。他即将自杀是有预谋而不是一个短枝型矩的事,因为他要试图有自己相信。

 

Soon, the end would be in sight for his heavily punctuated sleep patterns. The nightmares that stretched into infinity, ghostly apparitions of fear reaching deep into his psyche. He was trapped in a living hell and there was only one way out. Soon, he would have that which he craved more than anything else, a sleep that stretched undisturbed into infinity. He would have peace.

 

Caldwell glanced at the time projected in pale green pixels by the cheap Taiwanese clock built into the ceiling. Through burned out eyes, tormented mind moribund in that fuzzy area between sleep and wakefulness, he watched the pulsating digits of the clock ticking over. It was that hour of dawn. Outside, the shadows of the night had started to recede, exposing the gray wet reality of a winter morning. He lay inert on the memory foam futon and watched the time spin on its invisible axis, sweeping through its three hundred and sixty-degree arc in precisely sixty seconds. It was 5.30AM.

 

Time had become a meaningless concept to Caldwell, reduced to a simple biological counting down, the unstoppable approach of an impending expiry date. He found sleep elusive, his existence reduced to untold hours of wakefulness followed by annoying stretches of insomnia. Sometimes he would go days without sleep, a relatively recent affliction that he concluded was subconsciously brought on by a desperate attempt to avoid being plunged back into another interminable sequence of horrific dreams. When sleep came eventually, the nightmares would begin all over again, the grotesque storyboards unfurling with even more intensity. Then he’d wake up screaming, the time projected from the clock his only beacon to reality, counting down to his impending death.

 

The more he thought about it, the more the decision to take his own life seemed to make sense. And today, which happened to be his twenty-eighth birthday, was as good a time as any. There was nothing to celebrate, only the encroaching shadow of death. It wasn’t a decision that had come easily. Caldwell suspected that the decision-making process had been in motion for quite some time, firing away deep within his synapses. He’d been considering it at a subconscious level, surreptitiously weighing the cons and pros.

 

All things being equal, suicide seemed to be the most sensible path to take. It was a path well trodden. He could not go on any longer. His recent trip to the black zone of Oval, which he’d taken while enveloped in a reality distortion field of his own making, was confirmation enough that he’d been contemplating it for a while. His impending suicide was premeditated and not a spur-of-the-moment thing as he’d tried to have himself believe.

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