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我想,身体里面是住了个老灵魂,不然怎么会看见被时间涂鸦的墙壁、被老情人遗忘的信箱就要为老东西骄傲喝彩。信箱里面会不会有封骇人的秘密?晾晒的蓝布鞋是不是卖弄轻松的武器?无聊的问题,得找一个更无聊的答案。(翻开书欧阳应霁这么回答我)
"To be a writer it is about representing yourself as an individual,and facing the world and showing the world the meaning of your existence.To prove that you are alive."-Haruki Murakami
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