The desert could not be claimed or owned–it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names.
沙漠不能被声称或拥有——它是一块由风携带的布,从未被石头固定,被赋予了一百个变化的名字。
记忆是个狡猾的东西;它既可以是祝福,也可以是诅咒。
A director must be a master of illusion, creating a reality that is more real than reality itself.