The image is the site of the disappearance of meaning and of the subject, and thus of the disappearance of the scene of the political.
Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music. ― George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss
The enemy will hide in the most unlikely discovery.
我想卖出一百万张唱片,我卖出了一百万张。我想获得白金唱片;我获得了白金唱片。我从15岁开始就一直在不停地工作。我甚至不知道如何放松。