You are the sieve through which my anarchy strains, resolves itself into words. Behind the word is chaos. Each word a stripe, a bar, but there are not and never will be enough bars to make the mesh.

你是一个筛子，我的模糊想法便是通过它滤下去并且变成言语的，言语后面是一片混乱，每个词是一条、是一杠，只是杠还不够，永远无法做成一只筛子。

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