How are we perceived,

if we are to be perceived at all?

For the most part we are invisible.

Alba

October 5th, 2007

American Beauty ——

  生之流螢  小人物淡彩  詩  年青而純明的愛

 

電視裡重播這部電影,人歪倒在沙發上,忍不住又看了一遍。

想起 ——

As cool as the pale wet leaves
  of lily-of-the-valley
  She lay beside me in the dawn

    泠然如青潤的君影草葉一般 / 躺在我身旁黎明中的她

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