Writing is that neutral, composite, oblique space where our subject slips away, the negative where all identity is lost, starting with the very identity of the body writing.
I do not write for myself alone, but for those who cannot speak.
哲学问题的形式是:"我不知道我该怎么做。"
头顶的星星数不胜数,每一颗都是广阔黑暗中的微小灯塔。
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
I'm the type of guy that'll make you wanna slap your mama.