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I had no illusions about U

--- The Painted Veil by W. Somerset Maugham

“I had no illusions about you,' he said. 'I knew you were silly and frivolous and empty-headed. But I loved you. I knew that your aims and ideals were vulgar and commonplace. But I loved you. I knew that you were second-rate. But I loved you. It's comic when I think how hard I tried to be amused by the things that amused you and how anxious I was to hide from you that I wasn't ignorant and vulgar and scandal-mongering and stupid. I knew how frightened you were of intelligence and I did everything I could to make you think me as big a fool as the rest of the men you knew. I knew that you'd only married me for convenience. I loved you so much, I didn't care. Most people, as far as I can see, when they're in love with someone and the love isn't returned feel that they have a grievance. They grow angry and bitter. I wasn't like that. I never expected you to love me, I didn't see any reason that you should. I never thought myself very lovable. I was thankful to be allowed to love you and I was enraptured when now and then I thought you were pleased with me or when I noticed in your eyes a gleam of good-humored affection. I tried not to bore you with my love; I knew I couldn't afford to do that and I was always on the lookout for the first sign that you were impatient with my affection. What most husbands expect as a right I was prepared to receive as a favor.”

Love is blind. Life is just like another lover, and we have no choice but love her.

用舍由时 行藏在我

--- 苏轼 沁园春·孤馆灯青

孤馆灯青，野店鸡号，旅枕梦残。渐月华收练，晨霜耿耿；云山摛锦，朝露漙漙。世路无穷，劳生有限，似此区区长鲜欢。微吟罢，凭征鞍无语，往事千端。 当时共客长安，似二陆初来俱少年。有笔头千字，胸中万卷；致君尧舜，此事何难？用舍由时，行藏在我，袖手何妨闲处看。身长健，但优游卒岁，且斗尊前。

用之则行，舍之则藏。 可进之指点江山，亦可退之悠游河川。

有时候只愿意听你唱完一首歌

--- 张悬 喜欢

而我不再觉得失去是舍不得 有时候只愿意听你唱完一首歌 在所有人事已非的景色里 我最喜欢你

你会在时间的尽头吗？

So goodnight

--- 蔡健雅 遗书

我会去片大海 无忧无虑去爱 像尘埃自由自在 在那一片大海 告别了感慨 So Goodnight Goodbye

To 2018, and to the New Year. Love as the ocean, free as the dust.

Morii

-- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1asBOCAmgaw

Strange how strong the instinct is, to see something incredible, and reach for a camera. As if to lend it some credibility, to prove that it's real, that 'I WAS HERE'. Morii. We live our lives in moments. In those rare experiences we stop to notice, and carry with us, in the hopes of stringing them together, trying to tell a story. But even in the moment, you can feel it start to fade. So you try to capture them, and convert it into something that will last longer than just a flash. And over time a photo feels more real than its subject. It lets you build a version of the world that you can take with you. A world flattened, and simple. A world that doesn't change, that fits in the frame, a little brighter and more colorful, with everything under control. You can travel the globe looking for memories, and still find yourself standing behind a camera, waiting for the world to hold still. With every click of the shutter, you're trying to press pause in your life, if only so you can feel a little more comfortable moving on, living in a world stuck on Play. A part of you knows you can’t take it with you but that doesn’t stop you from trying. “What if I could stay just a little longer?” “What if we didn’t have to go?” We try to capture moments as if we’re afraid they’ll escape, but they’ll get away eventually. Take one last look. One more shot. So years from now you can flip back through, and try to relive it all over again. But maybe even then, you’ll be thinking to yourself, “Ah well. I guess you had to be there.”

Morii: the desire to capture a fleeting moment.