橡皮头款发型,闪灵的旅馆,福克纳,fight club般灵魂摔跤... 房间门口都放着鞋,穿的人却彼此隔绝,只靠模糊的声音隐约连结;越来越热,蚊子吵嚷,墙面剥落;Charlie明明可以说自己的故事,只能用three of us... me myself & I一句带过;因为Fink was not listening. They were both dripping, ears and hands. A tourist with a typewriter doesn’t live here,却狂妄地想做creator,甚至看到自己的文字出现在圣经,鱼贩吆喝卖鱼,上帝说要有光。 Empathy requires understanding. 换过鞋穿也无法相互理解。Don't be silly