where it all begins...

时间和距离
不过是我们脚下的台阶
离开始的地方
永远是回眸一瞬

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东部时间2008年1月27日11点56分
再过几分钟，这个平静的生日就要平静的过去。
我在时间面前，再次妥协。
收到很多祝福，最让我感动的，永远是父母。纵使再遥远，也隔不断。
有父母的地方，就是家。
我很幸福。
去年的这个时候，在武汉听马友友和科特柯本
今天房间里飘散的，依然是马友友悠扬的弦音和伽菲珈而的《绣荷包》
有些东西，时间改变不了。

东部时间7点３７分。晴。一场小雪后的多伦多，宁静祥和。

耳机里，Chiller Cabinet 电台缓缓的给我有些麻木的身体注入新的生命。公司渐渐安静，却不想离开办公室。
不想取下耳机，不想让音乐停止。

隔壁同事在下班前告诉我，因为我一个月前的辅导，她上初中的儿子统计数学得了满分。这是我今天听到的最令人愉快的消息。

下午在接连几个client meeting之后，异乎寻常的一篇一篇胡乱翻阅某人的博客，企图捕捉到那些不属于我的支离破碎的遥远记忆。

脑海中，思绪穿越片片浮云，青山绿水，我仿佛见到那个身着西兰卡普的毕兹卡姑娘...天真烂漫的笑，象初夏的阳光一样眩目...

直到楼下的Security上来跟我打招呼, 才猛然从童话般美丽的鄂西沉沉的跌回到北美这个钢筋和玻璃的森林。

收拾公文包，去图书馆取两天前定的《自私的基因》。

欲望的城市。我终究要孤独。

and boys are cruel...
and girls are so vain...


 

Riding on these waves Holding on to what you say Everything will be okay it will work out one way But I’ve drifted way too far my arms my legs have grown too tired And could you be inspired, now I’m just tired And on a swing you push me hard So I’ll come back to where you are And you know I’m never far no decisions nothing hard And I knew that it would ring tonight I’ll take the bus or the next flight I won't give up on what feels right If you see these tears fill in my eyes It's just the wind that makes me cry If you could feel this pain inside It's from the drinks we drank last night It's from the drinks we drank last night The shadow of our past, projects on clouds of dust and gas The ones where my eyes will rest, a silhouette of loneliness If you see these tears fill in my eyes It's just the wind that makes me cry If you could feel this pain inside It's from the drinks we drank last night It's from the drinks we drank last night

to see a world in a grain of sand
and a heaven in a wild flower,
hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour
...
Sylvia
a story so long, yet so short
a heartbreak so close, yet so far