「舊約學者布魯格曼(Walter Brueggemann)所言,『哀悼是最激進的批判』。惟有你接受死亡的現實,生命才有重生的可能;依附著現有的權勢去玩假,沒有救贖。這刻玩謝香港,也開啟了復原期,so it’s time to question our game。」

-〈It’s time to question our game〉。《Breakazine! 051, game is not over》。

當Hit Rate成了核心價值

「也許在手機看新聞的,多抱著看娛樂的心態,專注時間短暫,長文章多不受歡迎。據分析,動新聞短片也不能超過3分鐘,因為看的人專注力多是1分半鐘至2分半鐘。當一段近千字的新聞,濃縮成2分30秒的段片,還要吸眼球,這能帶出甚麼信息?不就是,一個搶的標題,一句背景,一段情節,一句sound bite,一句評論。情節最好juicy與性有關,或是踢爆的醜聞;要麼就走可愛路線,寵物或小孩都大受歡迎;而講sound bite的,最好是689,定必大;不是689,也要名人;不是名人,也要靚女;不靚女,也要夠『港女』。近來hit rate上百萬的,不就是『14巴港女』『大霧山自由女神』嗎? 誰去管新聞價值?」

-〈當Hit Rate成了核心價值〉。《Breakazine! 044, 速食新聞:如何對抗被餵飼的命運》。


‘Your smile is a beautifully written line
I hope to write some day.’

– Michael Faudet. 2014. Dirty Pretty Things.


‘I can’t believe a month ago I was alone,
I didn’t know you, I hadn’t seen you or heard your name.

And even now, I’m so amazed.
It’s like a dream, it’s like a rainbow, it’s like the rain.
And some things are the way they are
And words just can’t explain.

And I never saw blue like that before,
across the sky, around the world.
You’re giving me all you have and more.
And no one else has ever shown me how
To see the world they way I see it now.

And it feels like now,
And it feels always,
And it feels like coming home.’

Shawn Colvin – Never Saw Blue Like That 

Finding your Call


‘7 lessons about finding the work you were meant to do’. Retrieved from


‘Your unwavering faith constantly astounds me.’

– Andrew Chambliss & Kalinda Vazquez (Writer). S03E20. Kansas. [Television series episode]. In Once Upon a Time.


‘Pity us, O Lord, for we are pilgrims on the road to Compostela, and our being here may be a vice. In your infinite pity, help us never to turn our knowledge against ourselves.

Have pity on those who pity themselves and who see themselves as good people treated unfairly by life – who feel that they do not deserve what has befallen them. Such people will never be able to fight the good fight. And pity those who are cruel to themselves and who see only the evil in their own actions, feeling that they are to blame for the injustice in the world. Because neither of these kinds of people know thy law that says, “But the very hairs of your head are numbered.”

Have pity on those who command and those who serve during long hours of work, and who sacrifice  themselves in exchange of merely for a Sunday off, only to find that there is nowhere to go, and everything is closed. But also have pity on those who sanctify their efforts, and who are able to go beyond the bounds of their own madness, winding up indebted, or nailed to the cross by their very brothers. Because neither of these kinds of people know thy law that says, “Be ye therefore as wise as the serpents and as harmless as the doves.”

Have pity on those who may conquer the world but never join the good fight within themselves. But pity also those who have won the good fight within themselves, and now find themselves in the streets and the bars of life because they were unable to conquer the world. Because neither of these kinds of people know thy law that says, “He who heeds my worlds I will liken to a wise man who built his house on rock.”

Have pity on those who are fearful of taking up a pen, or a paintbrush, or an instrument, or a tool because they are afraid that someone has already done so better than they could, and would feel themselves to be unworthy to enter the marvellous mansion of art. But have even more pity on those who, have taken up then pen, or the paintbrush, or the instrument, or the tool, have turned inspiration into a paltry thing, and yet feel themselves to be better than others. Neither of these kinds of people know thy law that says, “For there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, nor hidden that will not be known.”

Pity those who eat and drink and sate themselves, but are unhappy and alone on their satiety. But pity even more those who fast, and who censure and prohibit, and who thereby see themselves as saints, preaching your name in the streets. For neither of these types of people know thy law that says, “If I bear witness of myself, my witness is not true.”

Pity those who fear death, and are unaware of the many kingdoms through which they have already passed, and the many deaths they have already suffered, and who are unhappy because they think that one day their world will end. But have even more pity for those who already know their many deaths, and today think of themselves as immortal. Neither of these kinds of people know thy law that says, “Except that one is born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.”

Have pity on those who build themselves with the silken ties of love, and think of themselves as masters of others, and who feel envy, and poison themselves, and who torture themselves because they cannot see that love and all things change like the wind. But pity even more those who die of their fear of loving and who reject love in the name of a greater love that they know not. Neither of these kinds of people know thy law that says, “Whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst.”

Pity those who reduce the cosmos to an explanation, God to a magic portion, and humanity to beings with basic needs that must be satisfied, because they never hear the music of the spheres. But have even more pity on those who have blind faith, and who in their laboratories transform mercury into gold, and who are surrounded by their books about the secrets of the Tarot and the power of the pyramids. Neither of these kinds of people know thy law that says, “Whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it.”

Pity those who see no one but themselves, and for whom others are a blurred and distant scenario as they pass through the streets in their limousines and lock themselves in their air-conditioned penthouse offices, as they suffer in silence the solitude of power. But pity even more those who will do anything for anybody, and are charitable, and seek to win out over evil only through love. For neither of these kinds of people know thy law that says, “Let he who has no sword sell his garment and buy one.”

– Paulo Coelho. 1987. The Pilgrimage.

陳柏宇 – 沒有你, 我甚麼都不是

陳柏宇 – 沒有你, 我甚麼都不是

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