我对文字和图像之间意义振动的那个空间很感兴趣。
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing,
"I'm not a businessman, I'm a business, man."
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."