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.
我是那个写了圣经的小犹太人。
信息越多,行动越少;知道一切,却无所作为。
Writing is a way of reclaiming time.