“..for thegrowing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.” - George Eliot 柔软而绵长如隐秘的平凡如无尽的思念如无人吊唁的死去…用3个小时演绎1句话大约是为了让我们细细体味这“伟大”
It actually feels desperate when your fantasy is fulfilled. Coz it only lived inside your dream and from now on you get no place to hide when you are looking for a shelter. You got it once and then you lost it forever.