回到原点
十二年后，（二零零四年三月二十日十二点四十八分），再次面对半穹山。 这一次，你不再是孑然一身。
十二年后，（二零零四年三月二十日十二点四十八分），再次面对半穹山。 这一次，你不再是孑然一身。
Has anyone really believed her/his individual psychology could be somehow divorced from history? Tonight’s play has made it so clear, […]
Still digesting the event of last week: McNamara in Berkeley. When all is said and done, only the voice of […]
在Peets的外面久坐 重读《神话结构》 阳光暖暖地斜射下来 照在脸上 蓝色贝雷帽的女子 怀抱着吉他轻唱 (十五年前，电报街头 也是这样的阳光)
Saw Diane Anbus‘ Exhibition at SFMOMA last Friday. “A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells […]
She fascinates with herself and the revolution, while turning life’s pain into her paintings.
Yesterday. moss on the rocks, sounds of flowing water, light in the trees, mountains and ocean afar, and the rock […]
You joined the Tribe through Arthur. Another experiment.
Listening to Ouverture-Allegro from Bach’s Partita No. 4 in D Major. Reflecting upon today’s conversation. It’s getting dark outside.
What’s up? South.