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114. There is no distinction between the virtual and the real in the blur

In the midst of that, you will suddenly feel a kind of weakness,

A kind of weakness, in the total weakness of softness,

It's something that I want to struggle with, and something that I can't seem to struggle with,

It's a kind of reluctance to continue to be so impatient.,It seems that impatience is not good.,

But suddenly I felt that it was hard to face,

It's like there's something you can't really face.

What trembles there, and what hides in there,

In the midst of that trembling and evasion, there is a kind of swaying,

It's like a kind of vacillation that belongs to me and is not particularly clear,

Maybe it's too tired, and in that fatigue, it seems that there is a hallucination in it.

It's a hallucination, and it seems that there is no perception of what it feels likes.

It's vague, it's also ambiguous, and there's something you want to break through,

He was just there trying to clench his palm, just very simply,

It's such a very simple action,

All of a sudden, he realized that it had become very difficult, very difficult.

This is the palm of his hand that he can't hold tightly, as if he can't hold something,

It's like a palm that can't be clenched, and even a fist seems to be impossible to clench there.

It's like his life, and he can't grasp it.

He thought about controlling some things, such as controlling some situations,

Controlling his own future and destiny seems to be what he wants,

However, he found that his own life, which he wanted to control, was unconsciously and sadly controlled by others.

There's always a melancholy in that place, as if it's still there,

It's as if the will is still there, extremely unconscious.

A lot of options seem to be there to be no other choice,

And as if he had never been able to be sober and clear in it,

He seemed to be lying on his stomach, and as if he were unconscious,

He was just in the harbor of dreams.

In the confusion of consciousness,

He was just there in a daze, and he seemed to see something coming to him there,

Like the wind, like a man, like a monster, like an animal,

No, it's like a knife,

No, it's like a stone,

He finally saw clearly, it was the large, bulky rock he was carrying on his back.

But what's all this all about?

The stone that was clearly pressed on his body,

Oh no, the stone that was supposed to be on his own surveillance was then weighed down on him because it was too heavy,

Just when he thought that he was crushed to death by such a stone,

is to be crushed bones, but I didn't expect that I still seem to be intact,

It's just that the whole body has no strength, and the stone seems to move itself, so it appears in front of him?

Everything is so indistinguishable from the real,

It's still illusory, real or imaginary, it's no longer clear, he's already there to distinguish between reality and fiction.

He was just there trying to break free and get up,

But he found his limbs and every finger of his own,

It's as if they're there not to listen to their own calls,

It's as if he can't move, as if his body and his limbs don't belong to him.