Exile is strangely compelling to think about but terrible to experience.

My blindness is not a tragedy, but just another way of seeing.

当我们真正关注任何事物时，即使是一片草叶，它也会变成一个神秘、令人敬畏、无法形容的壮丽世界。

The only thing I can rely on is my own perception, and that is always changing.

"The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper."

我们是我们的过去。