过去是一个装满光的橱柜，你只需要找到打开门的钥匙。
The past is a cupboard full of light and all you have to do is find the key that opens the door.
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.
The world is full of people who will help you manufacture tornados so you can later claim to have survived them.
There is no such thing as abstract art - all art is concrete in its own way.