3 posts tagged with "卡夫卡风格"

梅姐的铺子，与其说是店，不如说是一个微缩的热带雨林。各种塑料花、小摆件、节日饰品层层叠叠，从地面一直攀爬到天花板，几乎要将那盏接触不良、忽明忽灭的白炽灯也吞噬进去。空气里弥漫着塑料、胶水和一种难以名状的、属于“世界工厂”心脏地带的尘埃气味。梅姐就坐在这片“雨林”的中央，一台老旧的电脑屏幕映照着她略显疲惫但依旧精明的脸。

That swimming hall had been abandoned for a long time. Long enough for the notice posted by the city government on the faded iron gate to change from "Temporarily Closed for Electrical Maintenance" to "Structurally Unsafe, No Entry," and finally, to just a sheet of white paper, eroded by wind and rain until the characters were almost illegible, like a perfunctory band-aid unable to conceal the ever-thickening stillness within.

I don't know why, but I was always drawn to it. Especially after having exactly two glasses of whiskey on the rocks – no more, no less. The city felt like a giant, high-speed tumble dryer, jumbling everything dizzily. Only the swimming hall, like a forgotten sock in the corner of the machine, remained quietly curled up, exuding an almost stubborn scent, out of place with its surroundings. Not just mustiness, nor the lingering smell of chlorine, but more like... how to put it? Like the scent of time itself, settled, tinged with dust and the hopeless aroma of green algae.

房间是米黄色的。墙壁上没有任何装饰，除了靠近天花板的地方，有一排通风口，规律地排列着，像是某种无意义的密码。房间里只有一张桌子，一把椅子，还有一张床。床单是灰白色的，像是很久没有洗过，散发着一股淡淡的霉味。

K先生坐在椅子上，盯着桌子上的一张纸。纸上有一个圆圈，圆圈里有一个点。他不知道这张纸是什么时候出现的，也不知道它有什么意义。他只知道，他已经在这个房间里待了很久。