i dont know if it is good. or bad. that some things defy forgetting...
sometimes, the very things dismissed as ephemera haunt. as ghosts. ghosts, because they are dead, yet alive. belonging both to the past and the present.
there, yet not there. invisible at first glance, yet increasingly visible as you ponder on it.
especially as the night gets darker.
By huixian, at 2009年9月11日 凌晨12:37
我們活在一個
排骨王里頭沒有排骨
魚頭爐裡面沒有魚頭
的混亂世界
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