Dust BY DORIANNE LAUX Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks.
Now, I remember only the flavor — not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. That’s how it is sometimes — God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it.
Watching someone go from dry eyed to crying is a heartbreaking experience. Every small detail is a kick to the gut. The first thing you see in this experience is the loss of tempo in the rise and fall of the person’s chest as their breathing becomes jagged. At that same moment, the previously silent movement of air starts to get louder.
Then the person’s brows and cheeks start to twitch, as if they can sense distress but are terrifyingly uncertain of its origin. The final nail in the coffin is what happens to the eyes. Slowly, but far too quickly at the same time, the eyes get glossier. Water starts to build up against the lower lashes and then, when the tension breaks, it spills.
Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth. Just a few words,
but I recognized it.
I knew I should make myself get up,
write it down, but it was late,
and I was exhausted from working
all day in the garden, moving rocks.
not like food, sweet or sharp.
More like a fine powder, like dust.
And I wasn’t elated or frightened,
but simply rapt, aware.
That’s how it is sometimes —
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you’re just too tired to open it.
有人在昨夜向我訴說，
告訴我一些真相。寥寥數語，
但我了解。
我知道我該起床，
寫下這些，但都已經太遲。
而且在工作之後我太過疲累
整日在花園裡，移動岩石。
不像食物，不甜蜜或尖銳。
更像是精緻的粉末，像塵埃。
我並不欣喜或恐懼，
只是專注於、感知。
那就好似某些時候─
上帝來到你的窗前，
灑落燦爛的光芒並展開漆黑的雙翼，
而你只是，太疲於打開窗。
在這篇 好預兆 讀到這首詩，覺得太美了。
沒有要授權，只簡單翻譯summary
「我沒有！」他的鼻子嘲弄得皺起。「不。我從不愛任何東西，甚至是我自己。」
我可憐的小東西。「你愛我。」
「不！」
「你愛我，Crowley！強烈到我幾乎能嚐到它！」
Crowley退得更遠。「什麼？」
「天使能感覺到愛，」Aziraphale說。「你忘了嗎？」
「你是提過。」Crowley縮起身體聳聳肩。「順帶一提，那可能會改變。」
「那像是餘燼。」Aziraphale繼續說道。「好似一個文明的殞落。就像某樣曾經神聖的事物逐漸沉積，留下美麗的烙印。」
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Aziraphale花費幾個世紀假裝它不存在，直到他發現這份感情是來自Crowley。幾十年後，Crowley終於做出行動。
5 Times Aziraphale Noticed Something Was ‘Off’ and t...
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看著某人的雙眼從平時的乾燥到泫然欲泣是一種撕心裂肺的體驗。每個微小的細節都揪緊五臟六腑。你觀察到的第一件事會是對方的呼吸逐漸加重而導致他的胸腔起伏變得緩慢，同時，空氣中尷尬的沉默變得越發震耳欲聾。然後眉毛和臉部將會開始扭曲，好像他們正被不知從何而來的悲傷所擠壓著。壓垮駱駝的最後一根稻草就會在此時落下。雙眼會緩慢但同時非常快速地濕潤，淚水開始在下睫毛聚集，當張力斷開他們便蜂湧而出。他們會遍及整張臉，使你不可否認：你正看著某人哭泣。
沒有任何文字能形容目睹這樣景象後造成的情緒影響。
這和Aziraphale在Mayfair公寓的深夜寂靜中所面對的令人心碎的經歷完全相同。
There are no words to describe the emotional ramifications of each of these details.
This is the same heartbreaking experience that Aziraphale faced in the late night silence of a Mayfair flat.