"The snowman came to life in my imagination long before he appeared on paper."
雪人在我的想象中早已存在,远早于他出现在纸上。
The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.
每一道木纹都在低语一段历史,我们的职责是倾听并尊重它。