The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
We are all obsessed with conspiracies, but we are also obsessed with the idea that there is a conspiracy behind everything.
一个人就像一个分数,分子是他实际的样子,分母是他对自己的看法。分母越大,分数越小。