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好久以前去香港

 

大隱隱於市，在香港（嚴格說中環旺角尖沙嘴）很輕易地就把自己褪色在人群之中，當然，本來就不是什麼名人的我少了每天大小事討論會議兩三支電話急慢叩和各項輕重決定的思考之後，就什麼都不是。

 三訪蘭芳園只為絲襪奶茶，風雨中狂踩旺角大小街道只為走到，蓮香樓舊色古香老茶杯的不乾不淨中看到老香港人在各國旅客前仆後繼下為自己圍起一派悠閒，不管中午未到，隊排的再長，1230才開門的九記牛腩，就是1230放你進去，固執的讓你想謝謝他這麼有原則，我夾在台客陸客日本客中間硬是看起瑞蒙卡佛原文短篇，人生荒謬的不是殺人犯無罪或是隔壁鄰居中樂透，而是每天我們都在改變一點點，卻選擇看到別人的改變而已。

 蘭桂坊有三個面貌：夜裡，酒後以及白天。愛情也有三個臉孔：刺探未知時的興奮，契合交纏時的陶醉，以及因瞭解而看穿的荒蕪。這些­你一開始就知道，就像這裡每天都會上演某個人的想像，然後某個人的故事被反覆增刪，我們就以為愛情是一幅靜物畫，停在一點之上了。

 一個人走在中環，有連綿不絕的百貨公司也有高低起伏的傳統市場，還有半山手扶梯靜靜的貫穿城區，不管駐足在哪個地方，都是隱身在這個城市的其他人故事的背景，只是我和你都不知道。

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