Ask the Possible of the Impossible,“Where is your dwelling-place?”“In the dreams of the impotent.”comes the answer.
回忆这东西若是有气味的话,那就是樟脑的香,甜而稳妥,像记得分明的快乐,甜而怅惘,像忘却了的忧愁。
"I write to escape the lie, but I always end up finding it."