拉马克 Lamarck

The world is not always beautiful, my mother says. My child wakes up. My parents smile at each other, and recount - The house in which my mother never wanted to live in, my uncle’s mental illness, which my grandparents never wanted to face, the nuclear war that never never arrived. They speak of unrealized intentions. To be sterilized, to take one’s own life, to pack up and lea...