今天友人告訴我,碰見一個7年半前我倆都認識的人。
那人記性真好,其實我見過他的次數不多,但他竟然還記得我的名字。
因為某些緣故,所以才認識那人。
那日子對那時的我來說是一段黑暗的歲月。我一直企圖把這段記憶消去。雖然現在看來,也許算不上極度痛苦。
人老了,總對感覺麻木。
但不得不說,那件事影響我很深。深到一個地步,不知不覺間建立了一個很強的防禦機制。
我一直以為,那事已經沒能影響我。直至最近,我才發現,原來潛意識中,我還是受其影響著。
真沒用呢... 還道自己記性不好,原來是騙人的。
“Cinema is blood, tears, violence, hate, death, and love. And Sirk has made films with blood, with tears, with violence, hate... Sirk has said: you can't make films about things, you can only make films with things, with people, with light, with flowers, with mirrors, with blood, in fact with all the fantastic things which make life worth living.” (Fassbinder)
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