I believe in such cartography – to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings.
熄灭了吧,熄灭了吧,短促的烛光!人生不过是一个行走的影子,一个在舞台上指手划脚的拙劣的伶人,登场片刻,就在无声无臭中悄然退下;它是一个愚人所讲的故事,充满着喧哗和骚动,却找不到一点意义。
没有什么比那灰色的歌更珍贵,其中模糊与精确结合。