Somehow, I miss Baudelaire badly.

大學文學課的美好，總是在走出教室後才明白。

今晚特別想念Baudelaire，所以翻出歐文講義重溫Baudelaire一語道破的散文詩。

Anywhere Out of the World

Life is a hospital where every patient is obsessed with the desire of changing beds. One would like to suffer opposite the stove, another is sure he would get well beside the window.

It always seems to me that I should be happy anywhere but where I am, and this question of moving is one that I am eternally discussing with my soul.

一時的工作倦怠總會過去，日子還是要繼續忙碌，夢想還是要繼續追。