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无法预测的未知,街头晃动迷惘的行人,我喝着酒幻想曾经那些刻意回避的;亦或者那些我未曾理解的,可它们总是离着我,清晰却又模糊。我从来不去试图组合什么最优光圈,优只是人的一种度量标准。我只是想把幻想涂抹在胶卷上,在漆黑的屋子里冲洗出来。记忆随着显影液浮现。
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