想到how I hold 小熊 like holding the corpse of my loved one; how life is like a maze and I can’t find the way out nor the way back; how it pains me to see 小熊 folded and used and it’s all my doing; that any expression I am making can only be a confession and that how I cling to art; and if pain comes without blood what would become of it, what would become of us, and the sensation of blood, how we find consolation in blood