During the best of times, obedience is not amongst the qualities that might be attributed to me. During the worst of times – conducting myself under the modus vivendi, the modus operandi, ‘Do no harm, take no shit’ – I am altogether defiant.
With a 命运 of 独马单枪空做去, though, believing in all that my imagination can conceive, my realities, my own, I am ever vigilant of vagaries of fate. Good fortune is a spear pointed at my face; bad fortune is a spear pointed at my back.
China is in my heart, my mind, my blood, my soul. That destiny may never be denied, never be forsworn. Feelings that return unbidden are feelings that never left.
À la recherche de licornes. 