every time a child says, 'i don't believe in fairies' there is a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

it's rainning down there.

i am white.

i couldn't see white.

white beyond white, is not white. white is white.

他站在鏡前，對著鏡中人，他開始忘記那一瞬。然後，他回到案前，埋首在鐘錶之中。他眼前的鐘錶已停頓，牆上掛著的那個卻繼續行走。他在努力地把過去撥回來。

那是交錯的時間。

二零零七年六時四十五分。

aronofsky: that's red?

van gogh: well, it's not exactly red but it's almost, maybe, in the same family.

aronofsky: the same family? they're not even distant cousins already.

van gogh: it's a red. not a red red, but a red.

aronofsky: red? you're telling me this is a red?

van gogh: yeah. i'm telling. it's a red.

aronofsky: then what's orange? if this is a red i want to know what's orange.

van gogh: well, it could be a little orange, too.

"i heard a conversation between darren and vincent yesternight. from there, I saw a white horse."