橡皮头款发型，闪灵的旅馆，福克纳，fight club般灵魂摔跤... 房间门口都放着鞋，穿的人却彼此隔绝，只靠模糊的声音隐约连结；越来越热，蚊子吵嚷，墙面剥落；Charlie明明可以说自己的故事，只能用three of us... me myself & I一句带过；因为Fink was not listening. They were both dripping, ears and hands. A tourist with a typewriter doesn’t live here，却狂妄地想做creator，归来之步步为赢甚至看到自己的文字出现在圣经，鱼贩吆喝卖鱼，上帝说要有光。 Empathy requires understanding. 换过鞋穿也无法相互理解。Don't be silly