The classic quote in "Casablanca": "There are so many towns in the world, and there are so many pubs in the town, but she just walked into mine." Those people in the pub, I don't know if it was because I was also affected by alcohol at that time. The influence of , attaches a layer of interesting reflective surface to the memory, attracting me to constantly recall and ponder.
I once asked my friends, is it a bar in the dark that makes people interesting, or is it a group of interesting people drinking in the dark? It was a fun bunch, she said, just exuding charisma in the right places. Haruki Murakami once said: If a city does not have people willing to open taverns, then no matter how rich the city is, it is just a city with an empty heart. Bar doors that separate the real world, bartenders known as gentle perches, and hallucinogenic alcohol add to the magic of the bar. But it's also a common venue, like coffee shops and bookstores, where lovers can relax, and friends can do business and socialize. Its existence is told and defined by each customer's own feelings.
The "chemical reaction" between the wine and the image affects the soul, the memory reappears between light and shadow, and the feelings in the bones gradually revive between the skin and the flesh. Wine makes the passage of time immeasurable, and images make memories and feelings collide against the current. "Hundred Years Tavern" is like the favorite tavern in my life. Regular customers come to the tavern every day to tell the bad things in life, discuss politics, discrimination, love and even philosophy. Missing to the extreme but unable to express their emotions with pen, waiting for years but accepting that love may never happen to me, being strong and pretending to be happy but only being forced to think of death by mental illness, no one can escape, even if they drink Wong Kar-wai's "drunk life and dream of death" has no other way but to wake up and face it.
The 100-year-old whisky can't stop the plot, but in reality, the liquor in the late-night pub makes people really feel the warmth from the inside out. The phrase "all in the wine" is often used in the wine bureau, but it is not without reason. Wine is a manifestation of human beings, a kind of consciousness. No amount of words can describe the aroma of Monkey 47, the mellowness and softness of Glenlivet, and the mud of Talisker. The taste of coal and saltiness, the flavor of liquor in different regions of liquor, the feeling brought by cutting sake to different degrees of polished rice, the meaning of wine is not limited but the language expression is there.
For some people, alcohol may be a negotiating weapon in the wine bureau, an arbitrary door to living in a dream, but for me, it is the increased courage between intoxication and sobriety. People seem to be playing a small ball of simple harmonic motion. If you think that you have reached an extreme, maybe life will pull you back, and in the end you will always be able to return to balance. As Haruki Murakami said in "If Our Language Was Whiskey", age makes wine, and age makes it lose. Evaporation has its ups and downs, but in the end it's just a personality difference.
It's just some scattered feelings that I want to express.
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