Everybody contributes something to the system, and everybody suffers from the system.
I think our eyes are trained to look for what we want to see.
A real dreamer must have a mutual trust with time.
What a long way it is from one life to another: yet why write if not for that distance; if things can be let go, every before replaced by an after.
Every place is a good place, only time goes wrong.
I think the isolation in China also has to do with people's memories being wiped out, collective memories as well as individual memories, by the fact that the recent history has been constantly rewritten and revised.