eYourOwnLife
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Anonymous
Suosesomeonegaveyouaen—asealed,solid-coloreden。Youcouldn’tseehowmuchinkithad。Itmightrundryafterthefirstfewtentativewordsorlastjustlongenoughtocreateamasteriece(orseveral)thatwouldlastforeverandmakeadifferenceintheschemeofthings。Youdontknowbeforeyoubegin。
Undertherulesofthegame,youreallyneverknow。Youhavetotakeachance!
Actually,noruleofthegamestatesyoumustdoanything。Insteadofickinguandusingtheen,youcouldleaveitonashelforinadrawerwhereitwilldryu,unused。
Butifyoudodecidetouseit,whatwouldyoudowithit?Howwouldyoulaythegame?
Wouldyoulanandlanbeforeyoueverwroteaword?Wouldyourlansbesoextensivethatyouneverevengottothewriting?
Orwouldyoutaketheeninhand,lungerightinandjustdoit,strugglingtokeeuwiththetwistsandturnsofthetorrentsofwordsthattakeyouwheretheytakeyou?
Wouldyouwritecautiouslyandcarefully,asiftheenmightrundrythenextmoment,orwouldyouretendorbelieve(orretendtobelieve)thattheenwillwriteforeverandroceedaccordingly?
Andofwhatwouldyouwrite:Oflove?Hate?Fun?Misery?Life?Death?Nothing?Everything?
Wouldyouwritetoleasejustyourself?Orothers?Oryourselfbywritingforothers?
Wouldyourstrokesbetremblinglytimidorbrilliantlybold?Fancywithaflourishorlain?
Wouldyouevenwrite?Onceyouhavetheen,norulesaysyouhavetowrite。Wouldyousketch?Scribble?Doodledraw?
Wouldyoustayinoronthelines,orseenolinesatall,eveniftheywerethere?Orarethey?
There’salottothinkabouthere,isn’tthere?
Now,suosesomeonegaveyoualife…
设想,如果有人给了你一支单色的不可拆装的钢笔。你根本看不到里面究竟有多少墨水。也许你试着写几个字后它就没墨水了,也许里面的墨水足够完成一部(也可能是几部)意义深远的传世之作。但这一切在动笔前,都不得而知。
这样的游戏规则,其结果你的确很难预料。只能赌一把!
实际上,游戏规则并未规定你一定要做点什么,反之,你甚至完全可以把它放到书架上或抽屉里,不去动它,任其墨水自然枯竭而变得毫无用处。
可是,倘若你打算用它,你会将其派上什么用场呢?你将如何开展这一游戏呢?
或许你会在写一个字之前,不断犹豫,反复斟酌?又或许你会因为计划过于周详而没时间动笔?