親密關係
I didn't know that... but the earthquake scale is logarithmic. At night, when I'm lying in my bed, I sometimes could swear that there is an almost unnoticeable earthquake happening in that exact second — and nobody cares but me. It might be the distant rattling of the metro, or it might be the sterile symphony of 928 ACs running, or maybe it's an underlying emotion simmering in the dark, trying to surface after the furious dance of millions of lights — fractaling, bouncing, interfering, beeps and hisses, jingles and unknown voices, cracks and rings — all layering in a random orchestra that calls itself routine in a hyper-busy city like Taipei. But maybe, just maybe, what I'm feeling is an ever so tiny earthquake...