I'm a person who likes to be abnormal.

If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.

The unknown is not to be feared but to be explored.

Little bitty stinging rain, and big old fat rain, rain that flew in side every ways.

当我们本应更明智地保护自己免受其害时，纯真总是默默地呼唤保护：纯真就像一个失去了铃铛的哑巴麻风病人，漫游世界，无意伤害。