译文：即便我改变了外在的样子，人们依然难以领悟真谛，那些如同行尸走肉般生活的人，我并不为之忧虑。我要尽情地回归质朴纯真，哪怕被人嘲笑不够潇洒风流。

I write to make sense of my own existence.

The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.

"The past is not a place but a condition."