DIDA: the Thirty-Second Victim

Words are dead, language is dead. I stared at the bricks and tiles, listened to the receptacles of the plants, and chewed and swallowed every movement. The end of deconstruction is nothingness, and there are always problems that I cannot recognize. This place has long been defined and turned into a red snake. When I started to question whether the tea cup was a tea cup, I guessed that the iris was called narcissus... The world was in chaos, like twine everywhere. If we continue to pace tirelessly within the circle of definition, our brain will eventually become a racecourse for others. The belly of La Mo has already clearly declared the ruin and death of freedom. "The brain asks questions and the heart answers them." True eternity cannot be destroyed and cannot be described. Just as nothing can be done, nor can a deep and noble soul be defined. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.