叉雞飯，once...

又搬。。瑣碎的事太多，諸般大事都要讓路。

再見叉雞飯；仲有鎮江骨菜飯。坐兩個站叮叮就買到的乾燒伊麵、椒鹽三文魚，等等。
皆尋常物，要對口味，非易哉。（冇想寫食經，吃食咁 personal and private，天書或指南又何以道之。）

辛笛說，再見就是祝福的意思。我祝福靚叉燒有咩用呢，應該係叉雞餵飽我至丫。

又一年 luu，貼首詩吧。每到年終又把它找出來，讀一次。This man once lived.

An Everlasting Once
Theodore Weiss  (1916 - 2003)

Suppose your whole life
you went your way, belonging
to no place, no school, using
your wits to gainsay every trace
of influence or imitation, wiping
out anything that reminded you
of anything.
You knew how
browbeating memory, the rule
of the past, can be, how easily
it thrives in wiping out the new
since seen for the first time
only.
       So you kept yourself
to yourself, doing only chores
you had to, to survive.
Unknown to anyone--almost,
for its engrossment, to yourself--
you gave yourself to your work.

With you gone they found it
something unspeakably, if not
unbearably, your own. No matter
how they tried they could not
digest it into a name, a scheme,
an explanation.
                      Except for this
they might not have been sure
you'd lived at all. But this,
unblinking, brutal in its
authority, made it impossible
for them to deny it or to call
you a minor this, a crazy that,
eccentric at best for his battle,
rejecting the main stream.
                                  They
might turn away; they could not
altogether still the whispering
fear that, after all, that stream,
notwithstanding its deflections,
its passages long underground,
had gone this way. Daily now
the stream grows louder.