The only way to deal with the world is to write about it.
Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。
We don't do style, we do investigations.
我唯一感到活著的時刻是在作畫的時候。
Language is the only homeland that never exiles you.
歷史是時間寫在人類記憶上的一首循環(huán)詩。
海洋是研究自然的巨大實驗室。