So dark when you enter the hall of art.
With all the difficulties of finding and facing yourself.
It's like swimming in the chilling darkness
With no knowing of when you will see any of the light.
How terrifying of such horror!
Facing art is exactly like facing the deepest fear of life.
There's no joy or enjoyment of any kind.
Well, some, maybe...
But, slowly, it's digging a hole in you.
You are becoming someone you've never known.
I have no slightest idea where I am heading for.
Or, maybe I know.
I am just scared, that's all.
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其實啊,
當你終於看清自己的樣貌與質地,
那麼樂趣就很多了.
擅用人類勝過其他生物的適應力吧,
規則,習慣,方法,
都只是人類偷懶的藉口.
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