Railing Codex

对于叶伸，万物皆可数。他的兴趣并非数学，只是数数。恋人额上的毳毛（他从背后环抱她躺着，左手停于不重要的胸，右手穿过她颈与枕的间隙，抚她额头，手指与毳毛间1声声的擦触，够数2小时），公园西岸第6棵柳树的叶（风掀叶子又放下，这是有用的，1起1伏的动态，每1叶划出自己的轨迹，每1条都让他闭目可见地认出不同），黄昏水库上金色的波鳞（必须在每1鳞散逸形状融入水中之前数掉，恒星落下前，数到7000450，水库如似金矿），晚餐碗中的米饭粒数，冬天某清晨鞋柜里那双鞋的右只自秋天收入柜中以来的位移量（以1忽米度量它在隔板上的格子布上的移动距离，他数出，明显有1次移动了大幅，他据此忆起那日醉后回来扑在鞋柜门，及，就此决定结婚），曾识别出的马形云（共137匹，在51个日期，77朵在下午，日光烤黄19匹，指出并告诉他人36片），终结页码为偶数的书的数量，此类等等。

For Ye Shen, all things are enumerable. His fascination lies not in the realm of mathematics, but in the simple act of counting itself. The peach fuzz hairs on his lover’s forehead (as he spoons her from behind, his left hand resting on her modest breast, and his right hand filling the space between her neck and the pillow. His fingers brush against her forehead; the barely audible sound of skin against fine hair becomes a whispered rhythm—1, 2, 3 … He can count them for two hours straight); the leaves on the 6th willow tree along the west bank of the park (the wind tosses the leaves and settles them down. A useful movement, because every 1 leaf traces its own trajectory in every 1 rise and 1 fall, and every 1 trajectory allows him to distinguish each leaf with his eyes closed); the golden ripples across the water’s surface in a reservoir at dusk (every 1 ripple must be counted before it dissipates into the water. He counts 7,000,450 before the first fixed stars appear in the twilight sky. The reservoir is a gold mine); the number of grains in a bowl of rice at dinner; the deviation on a certain winter morning of the right shoe from that one pair since they were placed in the shoe cabinet that autumn (he measures its movement along the gingham fabric of the cabinet divider 1 centimillimeter at a time. His counts reveal 1 significant displacement, instantly transporting him back to the night when, stumbling home drunk, he tripped and fell against the shoe cabinet doors. In that moment, he decided to get married); the number of horse-shaped clouds he once recognized (A total of 137 horses spread across 51 days. 77 were found in the afternoon. 19 were gilded by sunlight, and 36 he pointed out and shared with other people); the number of books whose final pages end with an even number; the list goes on.