时间

        今天是新的一页的开始，有一个菜不喜欢吃，以后就会有十个菜不爱吃。今天的菜不好看，所以不敢吃，不想吃，想吐，后来还是吃了一口，其实还是很好吃的。菜是这样的，没想到时间是这样的。

        菜是这样的，鸡蛋里放了一点小虾米，又放了一点醋，炒出来有螃蟹黄的味道，是和金针菇一起炒的，颜色变化，味道还是那个味道，因为颜色，这道菜被我枪毙了。做菜有时候是实验，看你敢不敢试，最主要的是看你敢不敢吃。这两个问题用时间来回答。

        原来时间是这样的，小的时候不知道什么是时间，但是很害怕时间，那个时候的记忆时间是个点，到点了，爸爸妈妈就会叫你回家，所以很怕那个点，也很烦那个点。我希望这个时间上没有时间来约束我，没有那个点。但是，这就是时间。就是点到点的连接，中间不能有任何空格。据说很多人都怕那个点，上班是用点来约束人的，不是用时间，当你跨过那个点，就像进了那道门，这道门有伸缩性，多半都是挤进来的，时间有弹性，时间是压力，时间好紧迫。我昨天看到一个女孩子，25岁，才还是女孩子呢，就想到了生孩子的事情，想到了把他培养成美国总统的事。女人的时间很短，孩子以后真的当了美国总统，这个女人的时间就真的用完了。女人的命运不能用时间来衡量，女人没有时间，女人年龄可以是男人的几倍，可以长寿。但是女人的时间，却比男人的时间少好几倍。所以女人爱美，爱的不是美，爱的是时间。她希望时间长一点，美得时间长一点，写到这个时候，屋子里好像很静很静，这个在文学里被描写为，时间静止了。刚才是静，不是静止，因为我知道写完这个时间，下一个时间又该干别的事情了。我的时间是事情对事情的链接，现在对点已经不恐惧了，所以说我现在做事情，会忘记点，忘记时间，忘记吃饭，忘记睡觉。

        时间静止是一种心里感应，工作太繁忙了，慢慢的有时候喘不过气来，就渴望安静，其实安静给你给的太多了，也挺吓人的。所以我不会选择让时间静下来，也不会在那傻傻的等着安静到来，傻傻的等着安静度过，那叫寂寞。人不应该寂寞。

        今天这篇文章其实挺难写的，文字被无数个时间空格打断，一停下来的时候，屋里只能听见电冰箱的声音，显得挺机械的声音，其实那是所以在屋子里面能听到电流声，电流在一分一秒被消化的声音。，够安静的。时间也就这么一分一秒过去了，我打字的速度追不上秒，也就说我一分钟打不了60个字，忘记时间真好，真的很美好。

Today is a new start. If you get off the day with a dish not to your liking, you probably will find more dishes not so to your taste.  Sometimes, you don’t dare or want to try a new dish only because it does not look tasty, which could turn out very palatable by just only one bite or taste. Dishes are just like this, and time turns out almost the same way.
You can improvise dishes any way you want, adding a bit of this and a bit of that and making it a lot of fun. You can make cooking an exploration, and the only thing is about how daring you are. It can be compared to time.
When I was young, I had no idea of time, and I was afraid of time. Time in my concept was a certain point of time when you were supposed to be called home and which you were afraid of and even frustrated. I never wanted anybody to bother me at a certain point of time. And I hope there never exists such kind of point.  But that’s what time means. Time is the linkage of one point of time to another, and no break in between. I heard many people are afraid of that point, just like Beijing afraid of being late for work. If you pass that particular point of time, you would feel like passing through a door which is very elastic and you can squeeze in. But time is stretchable and pressing as well. I met with a girl yesterday who is only 25 years old and already planned to be a mother very soon and even thought of bringing up her child to be a president in the future. Girl’s time is so short that she would have already used up her time when her boy had grown to be a president. A girl’s life can not be gauged by the length of time. A girl can live longer but she has far less time than a guy.  Girls spend a pretty portion of time making up themselves not only because they want to appear more beautiful, but also that they enjoyed the time making themselves more attractive. They would never complain the makeup time too long. And just right up to this moment, the room suddenly came to complete silence, and it felt like time stops at the moment as depicted in literature. But for me, time just came to a standstill, but not to a stop, as I know right after this point, I will move onto other stuff, and this point of time is no longer a concern of me. I would ignore the certain points of time one is supposed to do something particular, like dinner and bed, and I would just ignore the time itself.
It is a very natural psychological reaction when you are in such a hassle that you would want the time to freeze for a while and enjoy a piece of peace for a while. So I would not let time stop for me, or wait for the stillness and peace to come along. The stillness could lead to solitude. And solitude is not meant for human beings. 
It’s not an easy job to write down this passage. I was interrupted by quite a few time blanks when all you can feel is the rumbling of the fridge and you can feel is time draining out with the electric flow. It was deadly silent stillness. And time was tickling out, and I cannot just catch up with time.  So just forget time, and it is just so nice.