到处都是眼睛, 不再有盲角。在一个一览无余的年代, 我们还能梦想什么呢? 我们会梦想失明。这才是艺术的源泉所在。
There are eyes everywhere. No blind spot left. What shall we dream of when everything becomes visible? We’ll dream of being blind. This is the engine of art。