To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

The lover's discourse is today of an extreme solitude.

今天，情人的话语是极端的孤独。

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

To know that one does not write for the other, to know that these things I am going to write will never make me loved by the one I love.

知道一个人不是为他人写作，知道我将要写的这些东西永远不会让我被我所爱的人爱。

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

试图写爱就是面对语言的泥潭：那个语言既太多又太少，过度又贫瘠的歇斯底里区域。

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tips of my words.

语言是一种皮肤：我用我的语言摩擦他人。就好像我有词语代替手指，或者手指在词语的尖端。