The hardest stone began as the softest silt. What we call permanence is patience that forgot to leave.
— from the thresholdmujun
矛盾 — the beauty of contradiction
An unhurried unfolding through five diagonal terrains.
Wind it tight, and it sings the song of a creature it has never met. The clockwork bird is no less a bird for keeping time.
— from the thresholdA pixel can carry a confession. The handwriting lives in the choosing of words, not in the shape of the ink.
— from the threshold