模糊
Rien de plus cher que la chanson grise / Où l’Indécis au Précis se joint.
A painting requires a little mystery, some vagueness, and some fantasy.
"When I write, I aim in my mind not toward New York but toward a vague spot a little to the east of Kansas."
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
The most powerful art is often the most ambiguous.
The line between art and life should be blurred.
I like stories where the boundaries between reality and fantasy are blurred. I like the idea that the world is not as simple as it seems.
