taste of time

There are two electrical sockets in my room, but they are both brought in from the main block outside. The room where he sleeps now is where Grandpa used to sleep. After the grandpa died, after a long period of time, the room was empty, the windows were open, the sunlight was bright in the morning, and it shone generously, and in the evening it was a place where mosquitoes, rats and ants came to rest.

As a child, I didn't have many good impressions of this room. Dilapidated, unstable floors, broken windows, piles of old and useless items. I have lived here for almost ten years. When I went to middle school, it was unnatural that I wanted to get away from sleeping with my younger siblings, to have my own independent room, to lie in bed at night and dream, hoping that the walls would be covered with posters of my favorite idols, and I would collect my favorite items for myself. appreciate.

However, those imaginations were not realized, posters were replaced by dust and cobwebs, and private collections were replaced by hundreds of books. When I first moved into this room, there were a lot of clutter. I got a shelf, an antique wardrobe full of weird clothes, and a cardboard box that used to hold a 29-inch TV, which was full of many unknown items. .

Endless continue

Sometimes I can't understand why people insist on having their own space once they reach a certain age? Now I understand, and I also know that I want my own space. There is nothing more than wanting to isolate myself, like a treasure kept on the shelf, which makes people mistaken for noble, but in fact, it is too decadent. Loneliness starts from a room and continues endlessly.

When I moved in to sleep, my mother said, there is no electricity in the room, can I be afraid and sleep well? After so many years, I recalled my mother's question, but I forgot how I answered it in the first place. The only thing I remember is that my mother bought me a desk lamp at the store the day after I moved into this room. It was also in the dark night, I felt the precious first experience of light for the first time.

Today, the electricity pulled in from the outside in the room supplies the power of the computer, the power of the fan, the power of the electric light, and the power of the electric mosquito coils that are only turned on when they are sleeping. Suddenly I want to know, where did the desk lamp that my mother bought for me go? I paused for a while, in the ruins of memory, like a wild dog digging up dead bodies buried in the ground, of course, the past was buried too deep, the days have passed for too long, I can smell it, but I dig no matter how Not the whereabouts of the lamp, the appearance of the lamp.

I wandered in my memories alone, in the same room, two time and space, they were one after the other, like in the Jimmy comic "Go Left, Go Right", the two went to one side, quite a bit like Desolate men and women who never get along with each other. However, Jimi is merciful. He made these two people a family, but the past years of me and I have been severely ravaged by cruel growth, and there is only a little taste of time that can only be imagined out of thin air.