2015年5月1日 星期五

To Us Who Are Made Up, Part One


Illustration:COLN

中文原文:致那些被捏造的我們,其一
譯:Unk


I never try to complicate any stories intentionally. However, some things are not meant to be written but to be experienced by myself.  


Everybody liked to fantasize in childhood, before reaching and comprehending “the reality” in the process of growth. This reality is too neutral to be shaken, no matter how sentimental we are. Knowing the fact that this reality is always changing with something else makes this cosmos much harder to be imagined than we expect. Therefore, via “To Us Who Are Made Up,” I attempt to acquire wilder scope to observe myself and things around me, like the film I admire so much, Interstella, which reminds us that we may not mature yet in the game of cosmos, where we are thoroughly tiny but striving.


Nobody can escape from the cosmos and history.


People may go further by learning to see the whole cosmos as a family, at every passed moment.


I recall one hypothesis in an aged sci-fi manga, which assumes human beings fall into decay. Around the Earth, planets that human are capable to reach, inhabit and colonize are developed already. The so-called concept of “home” has surpassed the existence of the Earth. Intriguingly, human still face the drop of birthrate, the limit of invention and the loss of enthusiasm for travelling in galaxies, no matter how faded the concept of “the Earth equals home” becomes. They abandon those well-developed planets by degrees and head back to the Earth. In the end, there is one old folk who refuses to leave the planet. He just prefers to watch those people go home and stay living alone. Near him, a song from six thousand years ago is playing….


At first I just fancy it, but I never expect this story has grown in me since then.


Like some trivia people could reminisce.


All I can so is to describe this world, I think. And, music happens to be what I am relatively good at.

(To be continued)
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