In India, we have a saying: 'The rooster coop is full of chickens who don't realize they're in a cage.'

Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。

当你能让人们跳舞时，你就能让他们暂时忘记烦恼。

写作就是抵抗时间的侵蚀，与遗忘抗争。