"Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs on hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate—he has little success in this—but with the other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different (and more) things than do the others; after all, dead as he is in his own lifetime, he is the real survivor. This assumes that he does not need both hands, or more hands than he has, in his struggle against despair."--Kafka



Thursday, April 30, 2009

優美,也是殘忍

聽「藍白紅風格練習」,想起年頭在聽陳珊妮的「離別曲」。
狂播同一首歌曲,直至由感覺浪漫變成媚俗。
所有有關記憶的東西,都殘忍,都美麗。事情從來都有兩面。

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