伯顿先生

大家說，釘仔跳海了，但是他明明就好端端站在我的面前。他用手語對我說：為我辦一場西式的喪禮。我一直不知道該怎麼辦──不管是西式的喪禮，還是自己面對的所有鳥事。事情已經夠多夠亂，偏偏在釘仔一次次的捉弄中，我和阿皓學長愈走愈近……靠，我不懂，阿皓學長明明是釘仔姐姐暗戀的對象，為什麼釘仔要讓我意識到自己喜歡的人，也是阿皓學長──你是來搗亂的是不是？幹嘛讓我發現自己喜歡的其實是男生。

When talking about Louis XVI and his wife Marie Antoinette, what immediately comes to mind are lace, tall wigs, flamboyant clothes and colours, Versailles, or… the guillotine. Here, between these two extremes, exists a middle ground, a period of time seldom explored: the few months when the last king and queen of France were imprisoned, with their two young children, in a black castle on the outskirts of Paris, awaiting their executions. A brief and condensed period where, amidst violence and harassment, all masks fell off: those of two royals, as public and private figures that of the old regime that of a History that finally turned the page and that of God who, from then on, was eclipsed by the shadows, leaving man entirely alone.