我的貓第一次靜靜的坐在我的懷裡,看著我上網、打字,沒有跑開。
比暖水袋更有重量感,有呼吸的氣息。
天氣冷的時候,依偎在一起最是溫暖。那是擁抱的觸感。
我一直以為,我的貓永遠也不會給我這樣抱著。
卻原來是我錯了。
貓兒在我懷中睡著了。
“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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