The time which we have at our disposal every day is elastic; the passions that we feel expand it, those that we inspire contract it.
You get towards the end of life—no, not life itself, but of something else: the end of any likelihood of change in that life.
照片实际上是所指的散发。从一个真实的身体,曾经在那里,发出的辐射最终触及到我,我在这里。
我们不做内容的裁判,只做连接的桥梁。