"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



Wednesday, November 24, 2010

果日我地響街上遇到,你點點頭,唔想同我講野,你隔離果個直情望都唔望下我。

咁又何必呢,朋友,話哂我都放過一番心思響你身上呀。

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