Beautiful Baoji

Existence will not cease until the moment of reaching beauty.

Desire is a matter of boundaries. It exists only because boundaries exist.

I'm not with you, I'm inside your body.

Desire, round like a peach, blooms within me all night; I no longer collect what falls.

Myths are stories about those who, for a time, are greater than their own lives, thus stumbling into the lives of others or brushing past the divine. In times of crisis, their souls become visible.

The words we read and write never accurately express our meaning. The people we love never become what we desire. The two symbols never perfectly align. Love and desire reside within this.

Reality is a voice; you have to tune into that channel instead of constantly shouting.

"You remember too much," my mother recently said to me. "Why are you holding onto those things?" I replied, "Where can I put them?"

Desire doubled is love; love doubled is madness. Madness doubled is marriage.

When I long for you, a part of me has already disappeared.