我经常对事业感到恐慌，周日下午，晚霞洒满天空，我的理想和现实的差距却是这样残酷，令我沮丧的只想抱头痛哭。
I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.
The whites came to this land for a fresh start and to escape the tyranny of their masters, just as the freemen had fled theirs. But the ideals they held up for themselves, they denied others.
Sometimes, I think the purpose of life is to reconcile us to its eventual loss.
