Living in the past is like choosing to cling to a chronic illness.
You can never forget the past unless you face up to it.
The past is no further away than the last breath you took.
In any case, in talking about the past we lie with every breath we draw.
The past is the past. It’s the present we should worry about.
After all, Bao Bomu says, what is the past but what we choose to remember?
One’s past can’t be erased, it can only be learned from, the child taught her.
This is like an offensive dream, being a part of this lineup the past couple of days.
Without the past to cast its long shadow, might you see the future more clearly?