死者离我们从不遥远。他们在我们心中，在我们脑海里，最终将我们与他们分隔开的不过是一口气息，最后一缕空气。

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

I'm not perfect and I don't pretend to be.

A picture must be grasped at once, as a whole, like a piece of music or a poem.

I'm the reason your sky won't be blue.