2018, is a year of absence.My absence from a lot of classes, absence from a lot of activities, events, absence from a lot of things I needed to do, absence from life, absence from time, and absence from myself.
2018,是缺席的一年，我缺席了很多课，缺席了很多场活动，缺席了很多我本需要做的事情，缺席了生活，缺席了时间，缺席了我自己。
Year 2018, this number is so hollow for me that I feel so unfamiliar and unaccustomed when I am looking at it right now and I wasn't aware of it until now. Unlike 2017, a full, reminiscent, fully filled number which did leave a powerful real print in my life. While 2018, like a piece of air floating sweeping swaying across high above, as if in this number I was absent from the world, or, it is just the fact. A fear emerges. Everything in 2018 has never been related to me, and it is actually the case. I walked like in a dream in this year, at somewhere unknown, an empty zone outside the world, past the whole year. It then becomes a section of air in my veins, a complete blank in my memory, and an unutterable vacancy in my sensation. An erratic, floating, flashing, vague dream.
2018这一年，这个数字对我而言是如此空洞，以至于此刻我真正看到它时我感到陌生和不习惯。不像2017，一个充实的，充满回忆的，被满满填充的数字，在我生命里着实有力地落下印记。而2018，仿佛一段空气高高地从我头顶飘过去，仿佛在这个数字里我缺席了世界，或者不是仿佛，就是事实。我感到一种恐惧油然而生，2018里的一切从未和我有关过，而实际也的确如此，我恍恍惚惚如同在梦里行走般地走过了这一年，在世界之外的一个空无地带走过了这一年。成为我血管里的一段空气，回忆里的一段空白，感受中的一段难以言说的空缺。一个飘忽的梦。
2018,是缺席的一年，我缺席了很多课，缺席了很多场活动，缺席了很多我本需要做的事情，缺席了生活，缺席了时间，缺席了我自己。
Year 2018, this number is so hollow for me that I feel so unfamiliar and unaccustomed when I am looking at it right now and I wasn't aware of it until now. Unlike 2017, a full, reminiscent, fully filled number which did leave a powerful real print in my life. While 2018, like a piece of air floating sweeping swaying across high above, as if in this number I was absent from the world, or, it is just the fact. A fear emerges. Everything in 2018 has never been related to me, and it is actually the case. I walked like in a dream in this year, at somewhere unknown, an empty zone outside the world, past the whole year. It then becomes a section of air in my veins, a complete blank in my memory, and an unutterable vacancy in my sensation. An erratic, floating, flashing, vague dream.
2018这一年，这个数字对我而言是如此空洞，以至于此刻我真正看到它时我感到陌生和不习惯。不像2017，一个充实的，充满回忆的，被满满填充的数字，在我生命里着实有力地落下印记。而2018，仿佛一段空气高高地从我头顶飘过去，仿佛在这个数字里我缺席了世界，或者不是仿佛，就是事实。我感到一种恐惧油然而生，2018里的一切从未和我有关过，而实际也的确如此，我恍恍惚惚如同在梦里行走般地走过了这一年，在世界之外的一个空无地带走过了这一年。成为我血管里的一段空气，回忆里的一段空白，感受中的一段难以言说的空缺。一个飘忽的梦。
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