把最後兩個巴仙給挖出來,原來不只兩個巴仙。
不過,應該給挖淨了吧。酒後的早上,睡得少,卻特別地清醒。
由最極端的想法回歸,一切返到最基本的解說。
我只是太易受傷。
傷口結焦了,看著那一丁點的疤痕,更覺得自己沒用,比我更說不得的人的故事,太多。
我的算甚麼?我那些傷又算甚麼?
朋友,這個世上還是有愛的。
人被創造,也是因為愛。
“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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