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曾经只工作了一年的书店，雨天客人很少，可以坐在吧台里看书透过玻璃窗看着外面的大道被雨淋湿。店内的办公室散发的不是书店，而是图书馆的味道。还可以看到在同一个地方工作的年长的女人们。
或者和许多国家的人一起上英语课。在没有人迹的大厅中，饮料贩卖机发出嘈杂声。房子后院的草地。独自上街也无所事事，很快钻进去的快餐店或者咖啡屋。
苏珊·薇格让我想起这些往事，想起既不属于“男人”也不属于“家人”和“职业”时的我。
≪下雨天一个人在家≫ 345页
[日] 江国香织 著 张乐风 赵峻 李洁 译
ISBN 978-7-5442-8781-4
隨意翻開你手邊的一本書的任何一頁，
寫下映入眼簾的第一個句子，
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閱讀讓思想更有力量，我們一起來讀書。
~ 松露玫瑰 ~
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或是寫下你正在閱讀的書籍的句子，
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閱讀讓思想更有力量，我們一起來讀書。
~ 松露玫瑰 ~
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“What's your favorite thing about tattoos?” It's such an amateur question, something a third-grader might ask while interviewing him for some school project, although I don't know what school would assign a project on tattoo artists. Maybe a charter school, or a Montessori.
回复删除"Their permanence," Kal says.
"But now there's laser removal."
Kal shrug. "It still leaves a scar. Like a ghost." He looks deeper into me than anyone has in a long time.
"But eventually we die, and the flesh rots away."
Kal smiles at me with unwavering eye contact. It's unnerving, or at least I am unnerved.
“Let me guess, people leave ghosts, too.”
“You're scared. That's normal for first timers."
I don't recall mentioning that this is my first time, and I'm fully clothed, and so he can't possibly see that I am unmarked, but he knows. “I'm scared. But not about the needles or the pain or regret."
"About what, then?"
"About memorializing someone who isn't gone. That I'm giving up the battle. That I'm surrendering in war.” I can hear Jenny tell me to say what I really mean. I carry my thesis further. “Afraid of death, I guess. And, maybe for the first time, of my own mortality."
"Death is a unique opponent, in that death always wins." Kal offers a small hiccup of a shrug, as if this is of little significance. "There's no shame in surrender when it's time to stop fighting."
... ...
Lily and the Octopus, P179-180
Steven Rowley
ISBN 978-1-5011-2622-2
"What are we doing?" Lily yawns and nuzzles into me again. The night air is warm and still.
回复删除We're creating a memory.”
“Why?”
I don't tell her why. The answer is I need it. I need this memory to hold on to if my plan fails and she is no longer there.
“Because sometimes it's nice to have memories. Don't you have any favorite memories?”
Lily thinks about this. "All of my memories are my favorite memories."
I'm amazed by this. "Even the bad ones?"
"Dogs don't remember bad memories." Envious, I scratch her on the velvet part of her chest. What an incredible way to live."
Lily and the Octopus, P187
Steven Rowley
ISBN 978-1-5011-2622-2