(28.12.2014, Abisko, on the frozen lake of Torneträsk)
因为一直在旅行，我开始用手机长篇大论地写东西——一个字一个字地输入显然会让行文更加生硬，但自己又读不出区别来。从马德里回柏林的飞机上我捏出了一篇关于圣诞市场的豆腐块，猪看了之后评论道：干瘪。
来到遥远的北方，我又一次翻出了《瓦尔登湖》。因为跟梭罗气场不合，尝试了很多次都没看完这本书。我曾经形容他像是拿着一把大棕刷，抹着新教徒的火碱肥皂粗暴搓洗我的灵魂–这一次看感觉依然如此。我的灵魂皮肤细嫩，经不起这样的搓洗，宁愿不垢不净，尽情享受尘世的欢愉。之所以翻出梭罗，是因为我要来北方找寻久违的寂寞：my sweet， bleak solitude。梭罗是传说中张开双臂拥抱寂寞的人，所以我想看看他有什么高论。
还好我带了中文英文两个版本，梭罗的文字不错，虽然我的英文程度不见得能做什么靠谱的判断，但读原文还是比读别扭的翻译更让人愉悦。有一段话我很喜欢，是讲捉鱼的。本来我们也要去捉鱼，但天气不好，暴风暴雪，就没去成。
As I was leaving the Irishman’s roof after the rain, bending my steps again to the pond, my haste to catch pickerel, wading in retired meadows, in sloughs and bog-holes, in forlorn and savage places, appeared for an instant trivial to me who had been sent to school and college; but as I ran down the hill toward the reddening west, with the rainbow over my shoulder, and some faint tinkling sounds borne to my ear through the cleansed air, from I know not what quarter, my Good Genius seemed to say——Go fish and hunt far and wide day by day——farther and wider——and rest thee by many brooks and hearth-sides without misgiving. Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth. Rise free from care before the dawn, and seek adventures. Let the noon find thee by other lakes, and the night overtake thee everywhere at home. There are no larger fields than these, no worthier games than may here be played. Grow wild according to thy nature, like these sedges and brakes, which will never become English bay. Let the thunder rumble; what if it threaten ruin to farmers’ crops? That is not its errand to thee. Take shelter under the cloud, while they flee to carts and sheds. Let not to get a living be thy trade, but thy sport. Enjoy the land, but own it not.
（这一篇也是在手机上捏出来的，是旅途中的节日祝福。）
（但读书笔记是复制粘贴。感谢kindle，感谢豆瓣读书，感谢CCTV。）
(And those are my cards.)
好洋气的塔罗牌…土鳖不负责任的告诉你这叫道生一，然后一道生出万物，是为双修；）
哈哈，其实这只是塔罗牌的头两张。我喜欢这个图案，牌的意思和很多的细节。