混沌著的自由

 回到巴黎。清晨的街道靜翌安詳，公交車卻已經開始上路了。打開臨街的窗戶，一股清洌洌的空氣迎麵撲來，巴黎居然在這早春時節，讓我領教比多倫多還要深沉的春寒，然而道旁的那一樹在寒風中倔強開放的櫻花，卻明明白白地廣告著春天的來臨。對麵的麵包店還沒開門，心裏想著呆會兒開了要去買饞了好久的他們家的法棍，鋪上奶酪和橄欖油，輕輕烤一烤，嗯•R[閱讀全文]

ImademyselfaLatte.It'sasgoodasaStarbuck's. Ihavebecomequite"un-forgiving"whenitcomestoteaandcoffee。Idemandtheabsolutecomfort，fromthearomatotheflavor，tothecolorandthecup。IfIgetitfromacafe,ifIcan,Iwouldchoosenottoknowwhoprepareditforme.Becausethat'spartofmycomforttoo. That'swhy,that'swhyIchoosenottoknowwhoyouare,ifIcanresist.Ienjoythecomfortofreadingyou.Ienjoythecomfortofimaginingwhoyouare,i...[閱讀全文]