每次失望一次,我就少做一件爱你的事,直到最后备注改成全名、取消特别关注、上线不主动找你、收起你送的东西、删掉你所有的照片、再也不偷偷看你的时候,就是该说再见的时候了。多年后你会不会记得,曾经有一个人很努力的珍惜过你。——失望是一天天积累的,离开是很长的决定……

远方

远方是什么,远方在哪里。

小时侯会看着铁轨通向悠悠的远方而发呆好久,两根铁轨无限的延伸带着我对远方无尽的幻想。

现在去的地方多了,远方已没有了幽然的意涵。偶尔,在寂寞里,想起了远方,可惜它已经成了永远无法企及的诗意。

当远方成了火车站,机场,高速路,远方其实成了现代人的一种奇艺的怀乡,因为我们注定在这个时代肉体永远在路上。

Inky Breadcrumbs and the Forgotten Magic of Writing by Hand

Artless but affected me.

EJB Writing Studio

Photo by Erin J. Bernard Photo by Erin J. Bernard

Hey, writer! When was the last time you took a good look at your own hands? I mean, a really, really good long look?

Sure, they’re fluttering in and out of the periphery of vision over the course of any average day, assisting in the picking up and setting down of life’s dull and delightful objects. But, most often, their task feels secondary – to hold up for inspection the things you’ve deemed far more fascinating: smartphones, babies, books, burritos.

There’s little incentive to notice them. And this strikes me as odd. So do it now. Have a good, long gander. What do you see? Look carefully: your hands are miraculous, surprising, ordinary, and, for my money, entirely underappreciated.

You’re in good retroactive company. I’m first writing this by hand, in fact, down here in Mexico, though by the time it reaches its final destination…

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