Writing also allows him to dream about the past. "Though my body is imprisoned, I often let my spirit roam over these high walls and across the black-water moat to the seaside of my hometown.
寫作也讓他回頭作夢，「現在雖然身繫囹圄，我常讓我的思緒越過高牆，跨過黑水溝，回到家鄉的海邊，去做那個漁人的夢… …」