Je est un autre. Si le cuivre s'éveille clairon, il n'y a rien de sa faute.
我是另一个。如果铜醒来变成号角，那不是它的错。
The writer is a spiritual anarchist, as in the depth of his soul every man is. He is discontented with everything and everybody. The writer is everybody's scapegoat and everybody's prophet.
The world is a plot, a conspiracy, a cabal.
Algorithms shouldn't determine the value of content, human judgment is the core.
True literature should be able to change the reader's life.