I can’t say thank you enough to an Inner Mongolian painter Lin Ping林屏, who let me stay one full week at his home on Hainan Island when I was in college. He showed me many interesting things that inspired me to read more and do more. His Tibetan art of painting made me believe that I had a choice in the future to become between something and nothing.
Finally, I want to thank my family, for tolerating my incessant disappearances into my isolated space. An impossible understanding of my writing career but warm loving members make both the journey and destination worthwhile.