我的出手成功率变得更高，把大多数时间用来思考，在关键时刻制胜一击。那一秒属于观察与感受，在那之后的很长时间，无疑属于思考的阶段，就像此刻我又行走在散步去外滩的道路上一样——散步时是我安静的感受并回想，这很有利于思考。我期待着能写一本小书，就和从伦敦foylers书店买来的几册带有插画的小书一样，不管我未来的工资是多少，这都极有可能也很方便实现——我既可产出图片也可提供文字，这对于很多作家来说也许幸运的多。

我的思路打开时一样泉水叮咚喷涌不断。海水往往会轻轻拨弄鱼儿，把它重新包裹入暗蓝色的深水之下。眼眶呈倒梯形，在它的边缘是模糊的，左眼的三点钟方向常常被高起的鼻梁遮挡，好在它无法遮挡住倒映着闪闪发光的暗蓝色的我。

My success rate in execution has grown much higher. I spend the bulk of my time thinking, then land the decisive strike at the critical moment. That split second is reserved for observation and feeling; the long stretch that follows, unquestionably, belongs to reflection. It’s just like right now, as I make my way on foot to the Bund — walking is when I feel and recollect in silence, and it puts my mind in the ideal state for thinking.

I’ve been hoping to write a slim little book, just like those illustrated pocket volumes I picked up at Foyles bookshop in London. Whatever my salary may be down the line, this is a highly achievable and straightforward goal — I can create both images and text, a privilege far luckier than most writers can claim.

When my mind unfolds, thoughts gush forth like a babbling spring, endless and unbroken. The sea will often nudge the fish gently, wrapping it once more in the dark blue depths.

The eye socket forms an inverted trapezoid, its edges softened and blurred. The high bridge of my nose often cuts into the three o’clock position of my left eye — but fortunately, it can never obscure the reflection of myself, shimmering in that dark blue glow.