Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。
人的任务,就是意识到从潜意识中努力向上涌出的内容。
The act of writing is an act of rebellion against oblivion.