When we were young, I recall, pictures like those were considered important secret documents, to be hidden away inside a pillowcase next to the land of dreams or slipped under a pile of books and taken out once in a while for a wander in reverie. How could they be offered up for the eyes to feast on 24 hours a day?
記得我們小時，這一類的照片仍被列為機密要件，不是藏在枕頭套裡，貼著夢境，便是夾在書堆深處，偶爾翻出來神往一番，那有這麼廿四小時眼前供奉的？