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diff --git a/meltsand.pdf b/meltsand.pdf Binary files differindex afa5ea4..61bb0c4 100644 --- a/meltsand.pdf +++ b/meltsand.pdf diff --git a/meltsand.tex b/meltsand.tex index 85767f8..9699a0e 100644 --- a/meltsand.tex +++ b/meltsand.tex @@ -1,19 +1,28 @@ % !TeX program = lualatex -\documentclass[parskip=full,12pt,oneside,a5paper]{scrbook} +\documentclass[parskip=full,12pt,oneside,openany,a5paper,numbers=endperiod]{scrbook} \pdfvariable suppressoptionalinfo \numexpr1+2+4+8+16+32+64+128+256+512\relax \usepackage{fontspec} \setmainfont{TeX Gyre Schola} \setsansfont{TeX Gyre Heros} -\usepackage[scheme=plain]{ctex} +\usepackage[scheme=plain,fontset=fandol]{ctex} \setCJKmainfont{Noto Serif CJK SC} \setCJKsansfont{Noto Sans CJK SC} +\usepackage{microtype} + +\usepackage{unicode-math} +\setmathfont{TeX Gyre Schola Math} +\usepackage{amsmath} + +\usepackage{rotating} + +\usepackage[colorlinks,allcolors=black]{hyperref} \begin{document} \title{Meltsand} \author{Runxi Yu} -\date{2022--2024} +\date{2024} \maketitle \tableofcontents @@ -157,4 +166,81 @@ and stick it onto the wrapper. Here you go. Your gift. +\chapter{There is no love} + +\begingroup +\fontsize{50}{60}\selectfont +\begin{align*} + \nexists\,\text{love} +\end{align*} +\endgroup + +\rotatebox[origin=c]{180}{% + \begin{minipage}[t]{\linewidth} + But actually, \(\exists\,\text{y}\in\{x\,|\,\text{love} \backslash x\}\). + \end{minipage} +} + +\chapter{The multiplicity returns} + +May the ashes of my heart drift gently into the abyss of memory, +and let that memory consolidate. +A bright dot embellishing that unicorn's horn. +Then that glimmer of light shall decay, vaporize, and taint the glass walls of my body. +Gently running a cloth under my skin, +I wipe away every atom. +Every, single, one. +I stare at the cloth, +with rainbows seeping into its fabric, +assimilating into my body yet again. + +\chapter{Sinus beat} + +When my last sinus cell fires,\\ +I shall still be alive. + +When the door shuts,\\ +The lights switched off,\\ +The candle goes out,\\ +The unicorn shattered,\\ +The tuplips shiver in the austere cold, + +When my chest wall collapses,\\ +When the last drop of blood is pumped through my aorta,\\ +I shall still be alive + +\chapter{The Onion} + +I peeled the onion\\ +A layer shredded\\ +Sent to oblision\\ +Yet I dreaded\\ +The heart of\\ +The warped\\ +Onion + +With tis stained magenta glass surface\\ +Amalgamating with every droplet\\ +Of tears\\ +Into each word engraved in my sight + +I dropped the onion + +Destitute of hope and love and faith + +I walked away + +I turned back + +I picked it up again. + +\chapter{Words and ink} + +It is, I suppose, a particular kind of catharsis. The kind that lets me grasp +my chest and squeeze the blood out of it and experience some sort of, well, +exhilarating pain. Pain that feels like it could transcend my physical +existence, my experience of being part of a society, and the limitations of +being a human being. It's a powerful form of escape, one that I fear when +sober, but cling on to when desperate. + \end{document} |