愛麗絲的隧道

「…so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well」

彷彿我們的信都要坐船才能到達對方，那麼我一定是那個等不及收信，就自己在暗燈下疾書的人(得加上肺癆)。Our letters crossed each other. 然後已分不清誰在回誰的信，在未得到答案以前回以更多的問號。

習慣了凡事都沒有把握。一旦它真的有血有肉的在自己手裡，還是怕。就像我每次開電燈都不知它到底會不會亮。(雖則現在總算修好了) 像那個賣牛奶的女孩，想到賣牛奶然後買雞蛋，雞蛋生雞、雞生雞…然後買牛、買屋… 最後把牛奶打翻了。

「…she was up to her chin in salt water. … However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.」

但有些時候，更多的時候就是下墜的離心力。像愛麗絲掉進的隧道（隧道壁竟然滿是書櫃……），好像永遠也不會完。掉進強大的未知，然後自己的反應連自己也嚇一跳。於是有了眼淚。有時候是害怕，有時候是開心，卻更不知拿自己怎麼辦。