Sometime We Need To Slow Down Our Steps And Take A Look Of Our Surrounding

素食主义的旋转木马

七月。

你站在月台上，以懒散的眼神观察一辆陈旧的学生巴士徐徐而过，仿佛一只蜗牛背着积水的贝壳雨中漫步。巴士喷出几股浓烟，带点商业性，又缓缓消失在清幽的空气里。不得不勾起记忆里吸烟者背影的潇洒，你想。你拖着鞋跟已磨平的Cros黑鞋，肩膀架着Larrie背包挣扎吱呀作响。看一看自己，蓝色短袖上衣搭配一条微皱的Orlando衫裤，标准学生样吧。又是一天，你揉了揉休息了四个小时的双眼，齿轮开始运作。

8点16分。

当梦境入侵时，一切是美好的。你无权做主，只能在虚无的真实感中漂浮。如水母般轻轻地随波逐流，时而温柔地披上一层薄薄的阳光膜，犹如初恋情人的亲吻。你张开双手游泳，怀抱梦境时毫无保留。你可与梦中情人在黑暗里寻找对方，靠触觉交流。过程中言语是不必要的，哪怕一旦开口发出声音，梦境就粉碎了。往前一摸，嘴唇是湿润的，不知是否涂了点口红。你靠近，两块温热的磁铁异性相投。气氛沿袭而来，好像天上的手往下狂泻沸腾的空气。害羞没必要占领, 她说，浪漫就随它去吧。毕竟只是一场梦，浪漫不管用了，你回答。是吗，她摇了摇手里的铃，鼻尖碰一碰你的脖子，再靠在你的胸口，安稳如直升机找到降落点。吻多一次行吗，她问。你点头，再让触觉主宰你。

9点23分。

你站在月台上。梦醒了。

A glowing giraffe with pigeon wings met an innocent boy

"The decision is yours." said the giraffe.

"Which means I can choose what I want to be?" the boy replied.

"It depends. In certain circumstance you were given a chance to do so, but not every options are tailored to your need. " He twisted his head and blinked his dreamy eyes.

"Why do you say so Mr giraffe?" the boy questioned.

"As you can see, the choice of picking an alternative way to solve your problem(IF you need to solve 1 currently) is the same as picking a fresh and fleshy fish among the fishes in front of the fishmonger. To take or not to take, to give or not to give. Your mind will always swings between the two options and weight both of them on the balance so that you will not regret in future,I supposed. " He clamped his hoots together and made a prayer gesture.

"What if both fishes are not fresh? Do I have to cover my nose and pick the stinking fish by it's tail and forced to pay for it? Rotten fishes are bad for health, you know. " the boy scratched his head.

"Eventually the fishmonger or whoever-he/she-is(passerby 1, hawker, senior) will make the decision for you. It's better to choose your own fish rather than take what you have prescribed right? At least in your mind you will feel better as you are the one who make your own decision afterall. Ohya, you can even decide how to cook the fish!" The giraffe patted the boy's shoulder, flapped his wings with sympathy.

"They are rotten fishes! I will get stomachache no matter how I eat them! Fried steamed boiled barbecued roasted, fish is a fish and will remain as a fish. " The boy pointed at his own tummy and showed a painful expression.

"Then pity for you. Next time,be wise to look for a better fishmonger, or by all mean, look for fresh smelling fishes. You need to pick your own fish at the end of the day." Mr giraffe tied himself into a ribbon knot and danced around the boy.

"Is it that IMPORTANT to pick a fish?" the boy doubted.

"A definitely yes. It's linked to your future and it matters whether you have stomachache or not after you eat that particular fish. Fresh and tasty fishes are scarce nowadays so better be satisfied of the fish that you have picked. " Mr giraffe said.

"Do you eat fish Mr giraffe?"the boy gazed at Mr giraffe.

"Unfortunately I can't even I am looking forward to taste a fish. It's an unspoken rule that giraffes consumes leaves from trees,not stinking flesh from the fish's bodies. Wingless or not, giraffes will not change their eating diets eventhough they are starving and a plate of fishes was served in front of them." Mr giraffe emphasised.

"I see. Thanks for forcing me to choose a fish, by the way." the boy smiled and held his fish high in the air.

"No thanks. Keep the bones as a souvenir if you want. " Mr giraffe waved his hand and flew upside down. Within a blink of eyes, he disappeared behind the cluster of clouds far above the mountain.