Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.
我周围的一切都消逝了，作品仿佛从虚空中诞生。成熟的、生动的果实掉了下来。我的手已成为遥远意志的顺从工具。
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