A moment is sucked away, distorted, is no longer itself, has lost its body, has abandoned its soul.
一个瞬间被吸走，被扭曲，不再是自己，失去了它的身体，放弃了它的灵魂。
Art should be understandable to everyone, but this does not mean it should be simplistic.
I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.
世界是一个混乱和困惑的地方，唯一理解它的方法就是找到自己的道路。
"Writing is like breathing to me—I have to do it to survive."