我不是一个可以被放进盒子的女孩。
我们都是破碎的,这就是光进入的方式。
意识不是一种事物,而是一种适应性反应的动态流动。
The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read and comes to realize that he is answerable to no one.
过去总是与我们同在,它塑造了我们是谁。