你曾经幻想过,如果爱、时间和死亡有一个人类本体,他们会是什么样子吗?
你曾经幻想过,会和这三个人产生怎样的对话吗?
你也许会怀疑自己疯了,但这又何尝不是一种释放。人生而受苦,无论你是否是有神论者;这就是为什么我们需要一个出口——speak it out——说给一群有同样经历的陌生人,说给一个象征着宇宙的邮筒,说给一个你刻意忘记和回避的爱人……
附属美丽,并不会把失去的人重新带回你身边,也不会让你忘记曾经发生过的悲恸,然而有那么一个时刻,你意识到你可以承认他们的离开,意识到你和这世界其他事物的深刻连接,意识到珍贵的拥有;那是痛苦的附属,是你的重生。
故事开篇Howard写给死亡、时间和爱的三封信,尽管充满了悲伤和愤懑的腔调,却很值得回味:让正在失去的感受共鸣;让爱着他们的了解他们的痛苦;让经历过的感恩附属美丽。
Time,
They say you heal all wounds.
But they don't talk about
how you destroy all that's good in the world;
how you turn beauty into ash.
You're nothing more than petrified wood to me.
You're a dead tissue that won't decompose.
You're nothing.
Dear Death,
You travel with so much mythology,
cause so much pain, inspire such fear.
But you are a paper tiger to me.
You are just pathetic and powerless middle management.
You don't even have the authority to make a simple trade.
To Love,
Goodbye!