A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught, Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove, late of a winter night--And I unremark'd seated in a corner; Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand; A long while, amid the noises of coming and going--of drinking and oath and smutty jest, There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
  • 风雨中耳机里突然响起“i'm not afraid”,我很想哭一场,像七月的时候那样,像八月的时候那样,把九月和十月都忘了,为十一月发生的不愉快,在十二月狠狠发泄。24岁这一年,我整整痛了半年,而这种痛并没有随时间消逝而消磨,真正的寒冬,竟还未至。我很...

  • 我推翻了之前想在这里连载的念头,是因为不喜欢让小说呈现在屏幕上。于是我决定开始图配文,这是长久以来的兴趣爱好。首先要跟小力说声抱歉,你白白在我这儿读到了些文字,又白白浪费了些评价。

    然而我相信,最近重温的一些文字,诸如《芒果街上的小屋》或者《草叶集》,还有某J的照片们,都或多或少给我一些灵感。这儿能让我冷冷静静地放一些照片,写一些感触,甚好。

    图片可能不是原创的,也可能是顺手拍的。我真的不懂摄影,我只是在拍照片。路过的人,路过就好,愿意歇脚或交谈的...