An object that tells of the loss, destruction, disappearance of objects. Does not speak of itself. Tells of others. Will it include them?

The writer must be a perpetual beginner, always doubting, always searching.

You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of 'art' and beauty, back home to the ivory tower, back home to places in the country, to the cottage in Bermuda, away from all the strife and conflict of the world, back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time—back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.

工艺是家具制造的灵魂，没有它，我们只是在组装材料。

"The world is full of stories, but the ones that matter most are the ones we tell ourselves."

I don't know where I'm gonna go, but I'm gonna go there dancing.