幾年前我們買了一些手工製作的墨西哥陶板磚。上週我們終於在房子裡把它們鋪出來了。它們溫柔的起伏，意外的狗爪子印，不規則的勾縫線⋯在在都充滿了懷舊的美麗。看著它們反射著黃昏的金光甚至讓我眼眶泛淚。但是它們在鋪下的過程中又是這麼容易破碎，造成整個地面處處都散落著大大小小的缺口。

We bought some handmade Mexican terra-cotta tiles few years back. Last week we finally laid them in the house. The soft undulations, accidental paw marks, irregular grout lines... are all so nostalgically beautiful. Seeing them reflecting the sunset glow brought tears to my eyes. But they are so easily chipped in the process of laying, that all these inevitable chips scattered through the floor.

你說：「我們必須連這些缺口在內一起愛它們。」

You said: “we need to love it even including the chips”

我懷疑，對人，我們是否有辦法像愛這些陶板磚一樣的愛他們？

I wonder, are we able to love people, like how we love the tiles?