于是我们继续奋力向前,逆水行舟,被不断地向后推,直至回到往昔岁月。
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
站在风口上,猪都能飞起来。
The present is the past rolled up for action, and the past is the present unrolled for understanding.
I don’t really have studios. I wander around around people’s attics, out in fields, in cellars, anyplace I find that invites me.