O LOST

1）

. . . a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door.
And of all the forgotten faces.

Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not
know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come
into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.

Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his
father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent?
Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?

O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this
most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek
the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a
stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?

O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back
again.
和Mr. Perkins一樣，我愣住了。在電影的開始。

2）持續愣住。
3）Literal arts窮啊，literal arts死了，可是感動是真的。Literal arts真好。如果沒有這些，我怎麼確認自己還活著。
4）Jazz Bar那場戲太美了。想到Sony's Blues.
5）不是科林費斯裘德洛妮可基德曼的「粉絲」，但太喜歡他們的表演了。和文學一樣感動我。以及蓋皮爾斯... 真正的演員。
6）人與人可以如此不相通，讓人悲慈。
7）人與人可以如此相通，讓人悲慈。
8）台詞太美，也只有在他們的故事裡，這些大概「作」了一點兒的話會那麼情真意切的共情。「You have no idea what I've been through to finally stand here, look at you, and feel nothing. 」哭了的。還有很多對話也極美。
9）創作者的孤獨和創作者的光輝一樣美。