“So we start for New Orleans past iridescent lakes and orange gas flares...and swamps and garbage heaps..alligators crawling around in broken bottles and tin cans...neon arabesques of motels...marooned pimps scream obscenities at passing cars from islands of rubbish. New Orleans is a dead museum.” 写作的high 没磕过药怎能知道
"This is a love letter to a city that ain't there anymore"在imdb上看到这句影评我又忍不住又哭了我也觉得有点莫名为什么这里面的情绪那么打动我因为这个故事和我其实没有太多联系但是看到jammie的家具都被扔出来他一脸的绝望大喊fuck看的我心都在抽搐可能是我去过了BGMBGM浓毛老太太最后又走了当时没有get到这个城市的好离开了又深深的怀想眷恋今年春天又去了那里见了还住在那里的朋友但是一切确实都不一样了