一本尚未完結的書 :: 痞客邦 PIXNET ::

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We may be living on an atom in somebody's wallpaper.
How bright a shadow!
What wonder have you done to me?
We are the you and I who were they whom we remember.
After all these analyses, the fact remains intact.
This long putting away of things maybe useful was not all of Art's care-taking.
And who in a hundred years will know us as we are in our present living and dying here under the very sun, lost to the future as to the past?
That night is many years ago. And gone, and still I see you clear, clear as the lamplight in your hair.
Breathe with unconditional breath, the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Is there a world beyond words?
I think Therefore I think I am.
No future can be stuffed into this presence except by being dead.
We are what we have done, which includes our promises, includes our hopes, but promises first.