“這只是一個(gè)意外 本應(yīng)該來(lái)個(gè)更大的敘事回環(huán)的 eventually good cop bad cop / 我很好奇你們打電話時(shí)手機(jī)屏幕真的不會(huì)自動(dòng)黑掉嗎 and就像《東北往事第二季》不論結(jié)構(gòu)多么精致巧妙仍然是前天網(wǎng)時(shí)代的作品
讓我想起了里爾克的 I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood. Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that’s wide and timeless. So I am sometimes like a tree rustling over a grave and making real the dream of the one its living roots embrace: a dream once lost among sorrows and songs.