看不见的城市

And one fine morning - 

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

9年过去了，我还是那么地喜欢你。

9年的生命里，那么多人离开了我的生活，抓也抓不住。

一路上充满纷繁的改变，惟一能做的，便是一往无前。

只有你仍旧在那里用一样的声音一样的感情唱歌。打开youtube视频这首歌的刹那，忽然惊觉自13岁的冬天起，你是我的变化莫测的世界里屈指可数的常量之一。所以事隔多年见到你依然站在舞台上，眼泪才会这样的不可控制，才知道心里还是有坚定这两个字的存在。

Fitter, happier, more productive, 
comfortable,
not drinking too much, 
regular exercise at the gym
(3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries,
at ease,
eating well 
(no more microwave dinners and saturated fats), 
a patient better driver,
a safer car
(baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well
(no bad dreams), 
no paranoia, 
careful to all animals
(never washing spiders down the plughole), 
keep in contact with old friends
(enjoy a drink now and then), 
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in the wall), 
favors for favors,
fond but not in love, 
charity standing orders, 
on Sundays ring road supermarket 
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants),
car wash 
(also on Sundays),
no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows 
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate,
nothing so childish - at a better pace, 
slower and more calculated,
no chance of escape,
now self-employed, 
concerned (but powerless),
an empowered and informed member of society
(pragmatism not idealism),
will not cry in public,
less chance of illness,
tires that grip in the wet 
(shot of baby strapped in back seat), 
a good memory, 
still cries at a good film, 
still kisses with saliva, 
no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick,
that's driven into frozen winter shit 
(the ability to laugh at weakness), 
calm,
fitter,
healthier and more productive 
a pig in a cage on antibiotics.

同样是小镇，这里没有每年9月开学时的《卡萨布兰卡》，没有万圣节上映的《洛基恐怖秀》，没有每个周六午夜的cult film夜晚，也没有坐在光影交错的大银幕前看《八部半》的美好时光，只有等不及字幕滚完便匆匆散场的观众。

在下一个城市里，如果没有你，那么至少给我一个可以造梦的小小电影院。

《The Last Picture Show》(1971)

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067328/