fudge.

One day,
Little Jerry walked down the road alone.

He stopped from a small puddle.
A little Something stood by him.

By the reflection,
He saw the Something.

Couldn't tell what it was,
Little Jerry felt sort of fear.

"Won't hurt you."
Said the little Something, with a deep but gentle voice.

Little Jerry nodded.
Then stood in a silence before the Something started to cry.

Did not see, nor hear.
Little Jerry felt it as rain fell from the blue sky into his heart.

With his eyes closed,
Little Jerry prayed for the little Something.

"Would you remember?"
The voice faded in sadness.

Little Jerry looked at the small puddle.
Nothing but his face looked tired and sad.

He gave it a smile.
And puddled about in the heavy fog alone.

我想，總是會找到一個契機，以持續下去。

最近常在耳邊縈繞的一首歌。

在書裡看見當初決定停止短促發言的理由。

「何況談話速度通常比我的思維速度要快，
這就迫使我在思考前就開口了。
蠢話連篇，儘管我的理智與我的心是反對的，
然而往往在作出這些是非判斷之前，
蠢話就已脫口而出，再也無法更改。」

——盧梭、《一個孤獨漫步者的遐想》

Try to make it through.

搭車上班，出了車站走一小段路就到公司了。
下班，走一小段路就進了車站。

在那小段路上，耳邊經常浮現這首歌的旋律。

舒服的淡淡憂愁。



昨天早上，電車中，透過車門上玻璃看見一道彩虹。

灰濛濛的天空中，一道彩虹。
偌大的彩虹，行經幾站仍未曾磨滅。

一如往常，最好與最壞。

壞事總是接二連三，蠢事也是。
必須自己承擔。

多花點時間和金錢學得的教訓比較能記得久一點。
對吧？