的土壤的氣味 The smell of the soil

廢墟裡總是埋藏，或說埋葬著許多意念。有些東西或許並不熟悉，但當一拾起便會清楚地嗅到那股早已滲入生活的氣味。

之前在幫忙整理長輩遺址時，經由自己的肉眼與雙手碰觸到了一件又一件的事物。整間屋子裡充斥著凍結的氣氛與記憶，沈重也好，熟悉也罷，都有若遠似進的朦朧距離感。綿密厚重的灰塵下面藏的往往都是陳釀的回憶，一不小心就會被竄得腦子七葷八素。

隨著日子一天天翻過，自以為已經越過了一些崇山峻嶺，自以為已經強壯到可以擋住什麼，但才沒有。回憶是既老謀深算又令人心疼的伴侶，輕輕擰一下我們的臉就能招致情緒氾濫。

There are always many ideas buried in the ruins, or rather buried in the ruins. Some things may not be familiar, but when you pick them up, you can clearly smell the scent of life that has already permeated them.

When I was helping to sort out the elders' remains, I touched one thing after another with my own eyes and hands. The whole house was filled with a frozen atmosphere and memories, heavy or familiar, but with a hazy sense of distance. Beneath the thick dust are often old memories that can be tossed around if you are not careful.

As the days go by, I think I've crossed some mountains, I think I'm strong enough to block something, but I'm not. Memories are both a wily and heartbreaking companion, the slightest twist of our faces inviting a flood of emotion.