Sometimes when he's across the street waiting for the bus, I look down from the window in my building: a tall, skinny kid, his eyes gazing at the grey sea. I can only imagine: his inner world is as deep and turbulent as mine, but I can't get in. "
有時他在對街等候公車，我從高樓的窗口往下看：一個高高瘦瘦的青年，眼睛望向灰色的海；我只能想像，他的內在世界和我的一樣波濤深邃，但是，我進不去。」