Exaggerate the essential. Sometimes the art of existence depends on how you exaggerate the essential.

Planes will never have the final, perfect model because their idea is all about the infinity.

Sometimes travelling to your very edge is travelling down to your very core.

It's not whether your love is temporary or has infinity. It's about the feeling of infinity when you're in love.

Some symbols reach to your primordial archives.

I wonder the world desperate to find the edge of myself…Existence is an art.

I will dive into my chaos, and my Abyss will turn it into an art scene.

Liberation comes in ideas. And ideas transform.

I reached my very edge. I was about to break down. I was about to break through.