"One is bound to be consumed, ultimately, by this decaying politics or this pseudo-city."
"When the light dyed the leaves golden, a kind of almost painful joy suddenly welled up, as if that light were not merely shining upon the leaves, but penetrating from the deep recesses of time."
— Marcel Proust
QiuLingYan • 16yo • Student
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An e-commerce platform built for seamless online shopping and store management.
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A Python-powered static blog generator designed for fast, clean, and lightweight publishing.
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Farewell. Forever.