大概是每個月總有那么幾天，提不起精神，會開始叨叨念念一些很久沒有想起來的以前不開心的事情
所遭逢的不算是劫難的課程，散漫而又艱難的鉆研，大概需要持續一生
夜晚出來的時候，總是聞到垃圾桶腐爛的味道，經過一夜的發酵，再早早被人清理走
在夜里死去，在黎明醒來，與無數生命共存，唯人最長生
We die, we die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers, fears we have hidden in like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with names of powerful men. I know you will come and carry me out into the palace of winds, that's all I've wanted- to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on the earth without maps.
英語很差，勉勉強強看懂，百度了一下，是電影里的一封信
有短路的線路要修復，有廢墟要重建，有迷宮要走出，有愚人要渡
