The wound of displacement never fully heals; it only learns to speak in different tongues.

我们都正走向天堂之路，也通往地狱之门。

意识就像一条河流——你永远无法两次踏入同一条思想之流。

The canvas is a battleground between control and chaos.

The stories we tell ourselves shape who we become.

所有人都有三种生活：公开的、私人的和秘密的。