I stood in the kitchen paralyzed by indecision. The mixing bowl was in front of me, the milk, eggs, and flour next to it, all of them individually as familiar as they had been a moment before, but now the possibilities for their combination were just too great. Breakfast was now an alien fractal intruding on our world like the lighthouse at the end of Annihilation. The thoughts came unbidden.
到了守岁的十二点了，又要放鞭炮，我没再追问宴席的细节。阿爸把那挂红鞭炮提到门口，鲜红的一长串，铺在水泥地上。火星一路蹿过去，红纸炸开，碎屑落满一地。
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