早起健身回家的車上聽到的，莫名的情緒激動。我的所有旅行是不是都在嘗試逃避什麼？ And so when you read that famous line from Tennyson, the one the poem ends with, he says, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find and not to yield. You realize again, it’s not heroic. It is tragic. He is cursed. And the Stoics pitied these kinds of people, Seneca most of all. He talked about how many people travel, not unlike the man who is flipping his pillow over and over again, trying to find the cool side as he …
「原本這週三天晚上都有約的⋯⋯全部都延後了。」 獨處時我一項鮮有表情，敲下這行訊息時臉上肯定是苦到深處的笑吧。 在家工作、隔空交談、視訊會議、入境隔離，是這樣的猝不及防。時代風風火火的輾過，一切是如此的超現實，卻又如此真實。
To trust anyone or to admit any hope of a better world is criminally foolish, as foolish as it is to stop working for it. Keith Douglas: Letter to J. C. Hall, 1943. 今天健身時從 Jocko Podcast 聽到的，作者是位二戰士兵。 世界的不美好不能是我們停滯的藉口。
自從2018年三月底告別臉書後，一直斷斷續續地在各個平台上流浪與留跡，卻也沒有真的想要定下來的意思。追根究底，知道總會被那些平台變成商品標價，所以實在不肯認真。但日子過去，終究要留下一些什麼給未來的自己追緝。所以，恩，我回來了。