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人生就像大便,一旦沖走了,就不會再回來。I was lucky enough to be completely ignored -- which is a fabulous thing, actually, I want to tell you. So, I was able to completely daydream my way through my life.
I'm open to the possibilities of not knowing and finding out something new.
I don't like plot. I don't know what it is. My life is too random and too confused and I like it that way.
And I really spend a lot of time wondering, how much truth do we tell? What is that we're actually -- what story are we actually telling? How do we know when we are ourselves? How do we actually know that these sentences coming out of our mouths are real stories, you know, are real sentences? Or are they fake sentences that we think we ought to be saying?