The only thing I know is that I don't know anything.

哭泣吧，温柔的眼睛，不停地哭泣。

I think about the ways in which abstraction can be a form of figuration.

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.

我们都在等待有什么能把我们从自身中拯救出来。

回忆和期待一样，是一种简化和剪辑现实的工具。 《旅行的艺术》