想到Here Lies Love这么好的戏都支撑不下来半年，就觉得这个世界本来就没有那么多道理，好像也想开很多。有很多无奈不是一个两个人，就算是从我能看到的角度已经非常有影响力的人，就能改变的。关门前几周去那次见到了David Byrne不说，还看到了St. Vincent和木兰尼都在。这样的戏都没法在宽街生存下去，真是受不了！想到现在宽街没有Here Lies Love能看，就对去纽约更提不起劲了。

Americans are living like troglodytes

#聪燕[超话]# The wind, from the distant sky, only the wind knows the mind of the cloud. Fairy tales are never lies, they are the salvation of real souls. Because of this, I like it.
风，来自遥远的天空，只有风知道云的心思。童话从来不是谎言，它们是真实灵魂的救赎。正因为如此，我喜欢。

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desart.
Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered
visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and
sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive,
stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these
words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye
Mighty, and despair!"
No thing beside remains. Round the decay
Look on my works, ye
Mighty, and despair!"
No thing beside remains.
Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck,
boundless and bare
The lone and level sands
stretch far away.
-Percy Shelley, "Ozymandias", 1819 edition