" We are the first generation that gets to live twice. Our existences are simultaneously experienced and curated, presented, packaged, polished for our own protection" 现实生活中谁都有面具只愿有人了解和喜欢面具下真实的你
I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell. I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before, How long ago, I may not know. But just when at that swallow soar Your neck turn’d so, some veil did fall, I knew it all of yore. Has this been thus before?