Pure chance and real presence: The Living Room Transgressed by Assassins.纯粹的偶然与真实的现场:如刺客正穿行你家的客厅
Every midnight upon waking, I always wait in the living room, longing to encounter… that assassin “traversing freely” through the living room? That eye “gazing at will” at the creed? That soul “collapsing at any moment” the memory? 每当午夜梦回,我总守候在客厅,渴望相遇的是……那个“自由穿梭”客厅的刺客?那只“随意凝视”信条的眼睛?还是那颗“随时坍缩”记忆的灵魂? …