沉浸在无意识的白日梦中的代价,总是要在这一刻回到现实,与过去的情景重新对齐,而此刻的现实似乎稍微糟糕了一些。
The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.
The natural and moral world is the two-fold object of man's rational care.
我不是身体,我是思想。
没有丑陋的爱,也没有英俊的监狱。
"We accept the love we think we deserve."
我们都是某种手艺的学徒,而没人能成为大师。