当你描述一座城市时，你便背叛了它。真相总在你忽略的小巷中。

Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?

我害怕自己变得平庸。