技术的边界在于人类的想象力。
A moment is sucked away, distorted, is no longer itself, has lost its body, has abandoned its soul.
I write to understand, to make sense of the world and my place in it.
唯一的真正幸福来自于为一个目标挥霍自己。
La poesía es el lenguaje del corazón.
没有比一个除了优柔寡断之外没有任何习惯的人更悲惨的了。