One night, I decided to end my time on earth.

It was a night where the light was absent, so did the audience.

It was only myself.

I didn’t need any light to view my appearance clearly anyway.
Since my appearance was a visible form, constituted one part of myself.

The man who suicide know exactly how to end their own life,
More commonly known (perhaps more tragic) method would be pointing a gun to own head.

That’s where we sense ourselves.
We won’t consider our chest, arms, toes or another body part as the target.

At last, the trigger is pulled down,
The sound of gunfire replaced my farewell message.

I wonder: How long would a bullet take to end myself once it flew out of the gun?
One moment? Or a few seconds? Or even need a couple of minutes?

Ah, time is a pretty troublesome product of sensation!
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That night he shot himself
He let the blood slowly flowed from his body
on the white marble floor, and till timber flooring.

The gun was handled with the left hand
Both eyes were staring at the skylight with his body leaned on the floor.

Blood type: O positive

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某個夜晚我決定終結自己在地球上的日子,
就在夜晚, 沒有光線, 也沒有觀眾.

只有我自己.

反正我不需要光來看清自己的容貌.
因為我的容貌只是可見的形象, 它只是自己的一部分.

自殺的人很清楚該怎麼終結自己的生命, 比較常見(或者是比較悲壯)的方法是將槍指著自己頭.

那是我們意識自己的地方
我們不會把槍指著自己的胸腔, 手臂, 腳趾或其他身體部位.

最後扣下扳機,
用槍聲代替再見的話語.

我想: 子彈從槍口湧出後需要多久來終結自己?
一瞬間呢? 還是幾秒鐘? 還是甚至需要幾分鐘?

欸, 時間還真是麻煩的感性產物!
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那一夜他對著自己開了一槍
他讓自己身上的血
緩緩地流到白色的大理石地板上
再流到木地板上

左手握著槍
雙眼望著天井
身體平臥在地上
血型: O+