雨不断下着，现实是如此，梦中亦是如此，如同蓝调般的滑润而萦绕，从指缝中不断流逝却又挥之不去。

     我只是一直在做一个无法醒来的梦，花红酒绿，荒芜郊野，茫茫宇宙，电子回路，黑帮枪战，变种牛肉，零碎落魄的街道，幽暗暧昧的酒吧，奔跑着跳跃着，思想所能及之处，都慵懒地随着烟头上的几缕飘渺而去。只是，那一抹鲜红是如此的触目，在同样的雨天，凋落的玫瑰。

     空荡的一个瞳孔是现在，深情的一个眼眸是过去，被永远捆在时间的交叉点。即使是如此的生性悠扬，也无法摆脱那道束缚着自己生命意义的枷锁。从空中掉下的刹那，似乎看到过去的一切，如同碎去的纸片般凌乱洒落，却来不及回味和留恋，因为一直想要得到的那个片段，是如此的虚幻~

     一生都在追逐着那道幻光，直到发现那道幻光真的只是幻光，从此坠入痛苦的深渊。或许只是一场噩梦吧，寻找自己活着的证明，却发现只有死去才能在梦中醒来。

     you must take all this weight.

 

偶然的机会重温了部老片，那段经典的对白实在让人感慨万千。

Harry: "I've been doing a lot of think and the things is, I love you."
Sally: "What?"
Harry: "I love you."
Sally: "How do you expect me to respond to this?"
Harry: "How about "you love me too"?"
Sally: "How about "I am leaving"?"
Harry: "Doesn't what I've said mean anything to you?"
Sally: "I'm sorry, Harry, I know it's New Year's Eve, I know you are feeling lonely but you just can't show up here and tell me you love me and expect that to make everything all right. It doesn't work this way."
Harry: "Well, how does it work?"
Sally: "I don't know, but not this way."
Harry: "Well how about this way? I love that you get cold when it's 71 out. I love that that it take you half an hour to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend a day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes and I love that you are the last person that I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight to because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
Sally: "You see. That is just like you, Harry, You say things like that and you make it impossible for me to hate you. And I hate you, Harry, I really hate you."

蓦然回首，那人却在灯火阑珊处~
 

       后现代主义的出现如同幽灵般地寂静，然而，它的扩散却是如此迅速，所过之处播撒下疯狂的种子，悄然萌发。战争孕育了这个巨大机变，战后的真空带给了人们反思，在现代主义的弊端及新一轮信息革命的洗礼下人们开始逐渐远离现实世界，进入了所谓的后现代社会。
     

       虚无是这个时代的特色，一切的中心便是“不确定”，一切都在同一个平面上，没有主题,，也没有“副题”，甚至连“题”都没有，支离破碎，充满了orz。什么都有可能，存在即是合理。淡化了道德与信仰，恶搞了是非与善恶，时而是深沉的黑色幽默，时而又成了不知所云的冷笑话。计算机技术的飙发使得网络开始构建全新的社会结构，也成为后现代这个幽灵的巨大巢穴，鬼魅般地通过数字冲击着传统的理念，加以吞并。时代和人的心都出了毛病。

      鸟儿振翅后的滑翔，鱼儿甩尾后的突进 ，都会让人感到时间的刹那停息，刹那而华丽地逝去，这种快感叫做飘逸。既已飘逸，何必纠结，飞鸟与鱼，相濡以沫不如相忘于江湖。    

      如果被PIA了，不论开始是否能接受，都要先MOMO自己，然后就能接受了。这个时代本身就是叛逆的，所以我们不必再叛逆，需要的只是接受，接受越多，CON越多，越能够洒脱。爱上拉弧圈而爱上乒乓，追求微醉而豪饮千杯，啧叹水漂的凌波微步，沉醉虚拟的奇幻迷离。无时无刻不向往着飘逸，直到某刻欣然发现，不必再去追求那份快感，因为我已经拥有，一颗飘逸的心。

      后现代如同一个迷宫，我们生来就被置于其中，不断地在寻找着什么，逐渐地连要找什么也忘了，却仍然在一直行走着。淫荡的意识，风骚的操作，飘逸的身形，Laintime指引着我前进。没有开始的开始，没有结束，虚无而飘渺，却是如此真实。