[ hong lu's head tilts. yi sang makes him think, though yi sang also makes it easy to think. he tugs yi sang along so that they can walk and talk, the scattered lights of the walkway mark their path as hong lu takes them past the door that they came from, thereby avoiding the really terrible exhibition, and then -
well, how do they get there? hong lu, too, doesn't know how to read a map. but you had to start walking to get somewhere, or so the logic goes. ]
Do you think of yourself as a vessel? [ hm. ] You contain yourself, don't you?
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well, how do they get there? hong lu, too, doesn't know how to read a map. but you had to start walking to get somewhere, or so the logic goes. ]
Do you think of yourself as a vessel? [ hm. ] You contain yourself, don't you?