我看著海平面，期待見證太陽冉冉上升，卻一直不見太陽，只見天空慢慢從藍黑漸變成暗藍，再成淺藍。看著無盡的海，加上朦朧的空氣，我一個人看了海很久，「無法抵達」的感覺更強烈了。我們也許真的像西西佛斯那樣、屎甲蟲那樣，逃不出消失點無限後退卻要一直前往的事實。有人會視之為囹圄，但我卻奇怪地感到自己和一些東西更貼近了，而另一些很多東西突然不重要了。我想這就是我一直追求的，即使有一個外在的引力，但曲線攤開也可以是直線。

I am waiting for the sun to rise above the sea. Yet, I cannot find the sun, but I can see the sky gradually glowing from black blue to dark blue, to light blue. As I face the misty, endless sea, I am drawn by it even more, especially the emotions derived from the unattainable space. Just like Sisyphus and dung beetles, we cannot escape from the ever-retreating and yet gravitational nature of the vanishing point at the far end. Some people see it as a sense of doom, an inescapable prison; on the contrary, it makes me feel more connected to something, and relieves my obsession with some other things. I guess this is what I have been searching for.