the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light. Mikael asleep, Jof with his lyre. I shall try to remember our talk. I shall carry this memory carefully in my hands as if it were a bowl brimful of fresh milk.
Is indifference the same as enjoyment? All religious stuff aside, the fact is people who can't kill will always be subject to those who can. 看完忘不掉视网膜滞留