Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
《Trainspotting 》
曾經看過一本攝影作品
已不太記得細節
但大致上是攝影師每天在同個時間、同個角度
拍攝某個咖啡館外的轉角
連續拍了年餘
最後將這些照片集結成一本作品。
人生可以是一連串不同事件、卻發生在同一地點的軌跡
也可以像是電影猜火車裡的OP
Choose,choose,choose,choose..
Endless choosing.
或者也像是另一部電影口白人生裡的那塊
Bavarian sugar cookie.
As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok.
當哈洛克咬了一口巴伐利亞點心,他完全地感覺到似乎每一件事情都會漸漸變好
Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies.
And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction.
And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause.