"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



Sunday, July 25, 2010

就突然,小宇宙一瞬間爆發

星期天早上,我寫了三張post it 紙,貼在電腦頂,告訴我今天要完成的功課。
而我,就真的做到了,就想起村上春樹、stephen king,早睡早起,坐著寫作,那怕你完全沒有靈感。
我就真的是工匠,一個個字打好,恭恭敬敬電郵給老師。
也就恭恭敬敬的拜讀我的閒書。啊,精神食糧。

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