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在關渡下車的時候,已經快十一點了,很飢餓。一出捷運站就是一間早餐店,老闆娘看起來很不開心,不過還是給了我一份火腿起士烤土司和熱紅茶,雖然臉很臭,東西卻意外地好吃。我坐在小吧檯式的單人座位,面向天光陰沉的世界,啜飲冒煙的、甜甜的香茶,咬到小黃瓜時發出脆而微小的響聲。
然後我徒步上山,一直走,好像要走到什麼的核心似的,空氣是涼的,但我已渾身發汗。
I stop on the side of the road and walk over to the entrance. There’s nobody about, not a sound to be heard, not even a distant engine, a gust of a wind, a bird. The world is dead. I go up the steps and turn the knob.
But I do not open the knob. I wake up knowing simply that I took hold of the knob and turned it. Then the whole dream comes back to me, and I know that I’ve dreamed it before.