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。
你可以用虚构的谎言讲述最深刻的真相。
"We are all our own graveyards I believe; we squat amongst the tombs of the people we were."