The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.
Memory is not storage, but the sculptural art of neural pathways.
问题不是“我们想知道关于人们的什么？”，而是“人们想告诉我们关于他们自己的什么？”
我对过程比结果更感兴趣。
The art world is full of bullshit, but so is every other world.