给审核员的情书
写的很多东西最终只有审核员读了，十条里八条发不出来，习惯了倒觉得好笑起来。 觉得应该有一种行为艺术，专写只有审核员能读到的东西，佯装发给读者而其实只是为了给审核员读。 《给审核员的情书》之一、二、三、四地续下去，反正发不出，就畅所欲言。 最后挂出来展览，不就是一部堂吉诃德冲着风车传道的作品？
以上为 2022 年被微信公众号审核员雪藏的情书六篇，包括一篇从废纸篓里突然被挑出来鉴定为情书的。
附 Sophie Scholl：
The real damage is done by those millions who want to "survive." The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don't want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won't take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don't like to make waves — or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honor, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It's the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you'll keep it under control. If you don't make any noise, the bogeyman won't find you. But it's all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.
