For example, I like to buy notebooks, especially beautiful and expensive ones. But I’m afraid of writing down poor ideas, not worth such expensive and thus wasting such beautiful notebooks. So actually, cheaper notebooks are more useful than expensive ones. Very expensive restaurants or hotels are a bit like this as well. If they’re expensive — I tell myself I can’t just simply eat or sleep there, I should forcefully enjoy it! What I mean is that ordinary things are sometimes better than exceptional ones, because the meaning is only the thing itself, nothing else.
Today I saw Liu Xiaodong’s painting exhibition, about the common people, and it was a good day. I don’t want a common life, but I like common days.
(This piece of text is the first piece of text I first wrote in Chinese, and then translated it into English, rather than the other way around.)