"Let's write a swimming pool."
/Paul McCartney

四月（一九九○年）底在西安下了飞机，站在外面那大广场上发呆，想，贾平凹就住在这个城市里，心里有着一份巨大的茫然，抽了几支烟，在冷空气中看烟慢慢散去，尔后我走了，若有所失的一种举步。
/三毛

days were absolute ennui and emptiness.

A: "Uh, I'm very shallow and empty and I have no ideas and nothing interesting to say."
B: "And I'm exactly the same way."
C: "I see. Wow. That's very interesting. So you've managed to work out something?"

a 2006 work- it reminds me of such innocent yet eternally childish days in my old high school

Jeremiah de Saint-Amour loved life with a senseless passion, he loved the sea and love, he loved his dog and her, and as the date approached he had gradually succumbed to despair as if his death had been not his own decision but an inexorable destiny.