The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
To write is to resist—to resist forgetting, to resist oppression, to resist the erasure of memory.
朋友在季度收益公告后祝贺我,说:“做得好,伟大的季度。'我会说,'谢谢你,但那个季度是三年前就确定的。”