Memory's so treacherous, one moment you're lost in a carnival of delights, with poignant childhood aromas, the flashing neon of puberty, all that sentimental candy floss... The next, it leads you somewhere you don't want to go, somewhere dark and cold, filled with the damp, ambiguous shapes of thing you' hoped were forgotten.
I believed whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you --stranger. 是我印象最深刻的一句,stranger 就像經歴過bad day的小丑自己,職員以為自己死定 怎麼只是個煙霧彈,小丑的邪惡在精神上"殺死你" 來證明自己的價值觀。 Strange一詞真的很奇妙。