[ 圖: Christopher Doyle/Buenos Aires ; 字:夏宇/冬眠 ]

I think of you, every time i lit a cigarette.
If this moment you lit one up too, who would you be thinking of? 

After you left, this is the only way i could remember your hands.
你走後,我只有這樣懷念你的手。 

一支煙的時間 / a cigarette without you

我站在陽臺
看到躲在樹下的他
我想馬上穿上拖鞋
沖下去
趕他走

抱住他

The heart yearns. The body couldn’t, shouldn’t.
心向往之,身不能至。

妳知道嗎。有些事。我不能問,不該問,也不會問。
我走了。再見。

The heart yearns. The body couldn’t, shouldn’t.
心向往之,身不能至。

佛說:前世的500次回眸,才換來今生的擦肩而過。

As a Buddhist saying goes: five hundred backward glances in our past reincarnations, in exchange for walking by each other once in this life.
佛說:前世的500次回眸,才換來今生的擦肩而過。

As a Buddhist saying goes: five hundred backward glances in our past reincarnations, in exchange for walking by each other once in this life.
佛說:前世的500次回眸,才換來今生的擦肩而過。

As a Buddhist saying goes: five hundred backward glances in our past reincarnations, in exchange for walking by each other once in this life.
佛說:前世的500次回眸,才換來今生的擦肩而過。

As a Buddhist saying goes: five hundred backward glances in our past reincarnations, in exchange for walking by each other once in this life.
佛說:前世的500次回眸,才換來今生的擦肩而過。

As a Buddhist saying goes: five hundred backward glances in our past reincarnations, in exchange for walking by each other once in this life.
佛說:前世的500次回眸,才換來今生的擦肩而過。

As a Buddhist saying goes: five hundred backward glances in our past reincarnations, in exchange for walking by each other once in this life.

Maybe we don’t need a ticket out of this city. Maybe we can pretend that the canned food in the kitchen has no expiry date. Maybe all that matters when you are falling asleep on my shoulder, is that you are falling asleep on my shoulder.

[Corrections/Credit: top photograph by Sean Marc Lee]

"Hey Marguerite."
"Sorry. You’ve dialled the wrong number."

"Is this Marguerite?"
"No. This isn’t."

"Marguerite. Are you lying?"
"How long has it been since you met? Not Her Voice."

"… Marguerite?"
"I’ve told you. You’ve got the wrong number."

"Marguerite, its me."
"Who are you?"

"Marguerite."
"Who’s Marguerite? If she knew you were anxious, she’d be happy."