“I step back a hundred steps, attempting to deconstruct Nietzsche and Wagner, that fusion of philosophy and art. He once adored him, then despised him, as if it were idle chatter before and after meals. He still strived to find his own voice amidst multiple noises, and only witnessed the decision and then dramatic fade-out, which seemed to declare the end of the public’s myth and the start of another personal mythology. The God above the North is dead. We walk hand in hand, reading the literature and music of the South, and also allow the United Front Department to interpret the discourse of creation, as if they were all things of the past. When reading becomes a posture, we fall into an abyss. In this abyss, there is no time or boundary, no language or space, no worship or loathing. There is also no future, and thus no past.

The Birth of Tragedy is the college of reincarnation in the human world. I take another hundred steps back, and we all indulge in the fragments of our own creations. Is this a perfect fit or a hypocritical identity shift? This is a myth, a premeditated trap, where the stage becomes a conspiracy, and the experiment leads to a dead-end, where dialogues and monologues are also traps. There is no God, and games are not original sins. Pursuit is simply an alternative escape. This is the current birth of tragedy. I want to continue stepping back, only to realize that there is no more retreat.”