在被茶水浸过的玛德兰小甜饼那久已忘却的香味中 ,鲁斯特记忆中的小镇及姨妈那双温暖的手像水印慢慢洇出 ,在茶杯的残水中幻化开来。我是谁 ,我从哪里来 ,又要到哪里去 ?现在不太有人再追问这样直指生命终极的问题了 ,它们冷冰冰地呆在某个地方 ,或者只能在高更的画中 ,从塔希 In the long-forgotten aroma of the Madeleine cookies infused with tea, the warm hands of the town and aunt in Rust’s memory slowly erupt into water in the teacup. Who am I, where do I come from, and where are I going? Now, there are few people asking questions such as the ultimate question of life. They are freezing in somewhere or only in the paintings of Gauguin. Tahi