- i imagined my death too often and too many times.
I stood in my own funeral, like a ghost. I whispered to each and everyone who attended the ceremony(hopefully there will be someone): you are one of the beneficiaries on my will, after you get my money, go to gamble away all my possessions, like some Native American tribes do.
Then I want to have my body flattened, dried and pressed into paper, so it could be made into a book of poems. 作一本人皮书，人肉为纸。
I whispered, a violent whisper, whisper of death.
maya
medieval， medi－evil
古怪教授Eric是我女友的丈夫，他是一位中世纪文献考据专家。昨天，我们三个在intelligentsia，他给我们看他同事的一本天书。他这两天头疼因为要给这笨书写个书评发表在专业期刊上。为了让我们明白他的工作，他讲了整个古代经卷镌刻的过程。因为镌刻或者写在羊皮上的文献都是经过工人一遍遍抄录的，难免有误差，所以多少代之后，原著的本来面目早就模糊不清。他的工作就是从这些疏漏、错误中还原原著的本�