April 2009, Porthcurno to Land’s End, England

第一次独自旅行。读了太多的伍尔夫,沾染上了她文字中的感伤。我常常梦见大海,还会思索她笔下的人生,充满无望,又心存向往。到底是什么牵动着她的心弦?我想象自己会穿过昏暗的隧道,然后抵达洒满金色阳光的彼岸。到了英国的最南端,一个人沿着海岸徒步,从一个小镇走到下一个,远处是旷远的海,寂静晨光中的巨大蓝色果冻。

It was my first hike alone. I had read too much Virginia Woolf and carried with me a sense of hopeless hope. I dreamed of going to the Atlantic Ocean many times, and while I was awake, I thought of the Life with capital L. What was it that touched her heart? I imagined a dim tunnel repeatedly in sleep and in sleepless. I would cross and reach the land with golden rays. I did reach the south point of England, hiked along the ocean ridge. It was there, like a giant blue jelly in the silence of morning.