Sometimes I think. Sometimes I don’t.

 

粉尘|andhikaramadhian摄影作品








任谁都难以将粉色和孤独联想到一起。粉,该是心形软垫,生日气球,炸裂于夜空的新年烟花,亦或蛋糕上落下的雪。暧昧的花香,手中放了果冻的气泡水。但对我来说,粉色宛如化作尘埃落下的前一天夜幕,你匆匆而行,视若无睹。
















突然想引用萨特的话——








“As long as we loved each other, we never allowed the meanest of our instants, the smallest grief, to be detached and forgotten, left behind. Sounds, smells, nuances of light, even the thoughts we never told each other; we carried them all away and they remained alive: even now they have the power to give us joy and pain. Not a memory: an implacable, torrid love, without shadow, without space, without shelter. Three years rolled into one. That’s why we parted: we did not have enough strength to bear this burden.”

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