People are curious. A few people are. They will be driven to find things out, even trivial things. They will put things together, knowing all along that they may be mistaken. You see them going around with notebooks, scraping the dirt off gravestones, reading microfilm, just in the hope of seeing this trickle in time, making a connection, rescuing one thing from the rubbish.

生活就是创造你自己。

试图写爱就是面对语言的泥潭：那个语言既太多又太少，过度又贫瘠的歇斯底里区域。