On the Release of Ai Weiwei

There is a mad man who thinks he lives in a bird's nest. None of us think he's all there, but who's to blame him for pretending to sing?

There are a hundred thousands seeds in a second of life. You are released today, but how can we find you among them?

You know who you remind me of, sir? An old abbot who's forgotten his robe, who sits in the centre of town and offers leaf-tea to the passerby.