Polka dots can't stay alone, like human existence.

语言是一种皮肤：我用我的语言摩擦对方。就好像我有的是词语而不是手指，或者我的词语的尖端是手指。

Is it possible that software is not like anything else, that it is meant to be discarded: that the whole point is to see it as a soap bubble?

文学应该是社会的一根刺

海洋不属于我们，我们属于海洋。