The simulacrum is never that which conceals the truth—it is the truth which conceals that there is none. The simulacrum is true.
我们都是陌生土地上的陌生人,渴望回家,却不太清楚家是什么或在哪里。
沉默不是虚无。沉默是一种存在。
The wound of displacement never fully heals; it only learns to speak in different tongues.