死亡的誘惑只是我的一份早餐\I am a part of all that I have met

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.


深陷孤獨的美感裡面，有時候又覺得這只是太自負。
依然期待不受輿論限制的世界，這也相對出這陣子對這一切的泰然與疏離。

一趟深遠的計劃，一趟早餐的竊竊私語\

我其實很喜歡寫詩，但是我還是不想回到過去我們一同討論的範圍裡。
太擁擠、讓我太自責了。

我也喜歡上W.B.Yeats了。
十二月要開始動筆了，好緊張。

就算被整個世界拋棄的樣子。


Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a little.—from “This Book”, The Celtic Twilight (1893)