想起CARL SANDBURG/CHICAGO里一段 “And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them: Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.” 我的意识本身不也是悬浮在网络交互空间里的一个电子脑吗身体之外苍穹之内的这个我之所以为我狐狸的春天电视剧免费全集是凭借了些什么想变成塔奇克马那对世界无限热爱和好奇的纯净GHOST啊
“Sometimes you love a poem so much. Every time you read it, you learn something new, and you feel transformed by it. It's a very complicated, but faithful relationship.” 这段边看边流眼泪