我们躲进群星里，祈祷不被太阳找到。

或许霍乱时期的爱情，是被霍乱隔绝的分离，是权重欲望和心灵的挣扎，也是宿命的轮回，是一生一世的远航。

Human bonds, devoured by the cannibalistic court, are narrowed into rivalries in a struggle for power; within the utmostly civilized Forbidden City, this mutual strife and destruction become a kind of fate in a seemingly refined jungle.

In literature, those doomed to tragedy, whether they yield or resist, reveal in every gesture the luminous grace of humanity — the radiance of courage.

Or perhaps, people take pleasure in watching countless destinies unfold before them, yet refuse to suffer under fate itself.　Thus, they put on the mask of destiny—becoming both its embodiment and its master,controlling and embracing the poetry that dwells within it.

No one can resist the sense of fate.

The beauty we feel when fate takes over—or destroys—reality comes from the moment we glimpse the restless “self” hidden from view in ordinary times.

命运存在的人生就一定是一场戏剧吗？我想不是，没有人会是提线木偶，因为我们所见的世界与所追求的一切均为真实。

美学不对审美实践进行指导，亚里士多德也无意支配命运三女神治下的文本生成，但一种不再为神秘所笼罩而同样被称为宿命的必然性从此展开。

“所有漂泊的人生都梦想平静、童年、杜鹃花，正如所有平静的人生，都幻想伏特加、乐队和醉生梦死”

我觉得 宿命是一场 停了又下的夜雨