……

可能真的会写

不。不会。

也许我真的会。

Philia begins with the possibility of survival. Surviving—that is the other name of a mourning whose possibility is never to be awaited.[...]In mourning, we must recognize that the friend is now both only “in us” and already beyond us, in us but totally other, so that nothing we say of or to them can touch them in their infinite alterity.[...]This is the aporia in which we are left at the death of a friend, the aporia in which we are caught when every successful strategy of mourning would well have to fail, an aporia that becomes most palpable at the death of the friend but was already in force well before. For the mourning that follows death had already been prepared and anticipated—and thus had already begun—well before death itself, the anticipation of death coming “to hollow out the living present that precedes it” (151). Indeed, friendship would be but another name for this anticipation, for “that twilight space of what is called mourning: the mourning that follows death but also the mourning that is prepared and that we expect from the very beginning to follow upon the death of those we love. Love or friendship would be nothing other than the passion, the endurance, and the patience of this work” (146). Mourning begins before death, already with friendship— and, in some cases, even before “friendship proper.” Derrida invokes both friendship and mourning in relation to Edmond Jabés even before actually meeting him, that is, after having only read him: “There was already in this first reading a certain experience of apophatic silence, of absence, the desert, paths opened up off all the beaten tracks, deported memory—in short, mourning, every impossible mourning. Friendship had thus already come to be reflected in mourning, in the eyes of the poem, even before friendship—I mean before the friendship that later brought us together”

Jacques Derrida, The Work of Mourning</blockquote><hr>

好些了，不过 不会写[ ﾟ∀ﾟ]

ᕕ[ ᐛ ]ᕗ呵呵

舒服了。[ ﾟ∀ﾟ]

不行了我又要孝产品了么？？？

。。。。。！！！！唉

唉我回去玩一代吧，如果实在放不下就只能写写了（写这个也只是在逃避吧）

不会写的！！！[ `_っ´]。太麻烦了，真的

唉，还是很胃痛

绝望

[￣ . ￣]

太绝望了

恐怖。唉

...

我真不想说

想杀人