I think of my pile of old paperbacks, their pages gone wobbly, like they’d once belonged to the sea.
我想起我那堆旧平装书，书页已经变得松软，仿佛它们曾经属于大海。
Happiness is an inside job.
孔子说：“不在那个位置上，就不要想那个位置上的事。”
We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.
A city’s architecture should celebrate its diversity.
绘画是一种遗忘自我、迷失自我以找回自我的方式。
"The past is always present in the stories we tell."