某个时刻，人的“共情”死了

Empathy—died sometime before
January 20,2017. The gate vanished
But we don’t know when. The doorbell
Vanished.The trains stopped moving.
Someone stole the North Pole sign. I
am you, and you, and you. But there
are so many obstacles between
us. I can never feel my mother’s
illness or my father’s dementia. The
black notes on the score are only
representations of sound, the keys
must knock certain strings which are
made of steel, steel is made of iron
and carbon from the earth. Why do
we make things like a piano that try
to represent beauty or pain? Why
must we always draw what we see?
Just copy it, my mother used to say
about drawing. The artist is only
visiting pain, imagining it. We praise
the artist, not the apple, not the
apple’s shadow which is murdered
slowly. There must be some way of
drawing a picture so that it doesn’t
become an elegy.