我揣着傻瓜相机,面对街头如蚁的人群,闪着钨灯的的士高舞厅,电视荧屏中做秀的歌手,我不停地按动快门。当我看着瞬间记录的照片,一尊尊面孔如电影蒙太奇般在脑海中不停地转换、重叠、掠过。那些眼睛描得像“芭比”,不停摇头摆肩的女孩;卡拉OK舞厅里永不歇息、忽明忽暗闪烁的灯光以及刺耳的歌声不停地掠过,倏忽,有一种感觉攫住了我,那些面孔由清晰变得越来越游移模糊起来,这情景有点像长时间读书和看电视一样,视力迅速衰减,一切逐渐变得有点失真。我是谁?我们更像电子游戏状态中的人,我开始怀疑生命存在的真实性。 I had a fool camera, a street-faced crowd of ants, a tungsten-shining discotheque, a singer on the TV screen, and I kept pressing the shutter. When I looked at the photos I recorded momentarily, a statue of honor was continually converted, overlapped, and skimmed in my mind like a movie montage. Those eyes are like “Barbie”, kept shaking his head and swinging girl; Kara OK dance hall never rest, flickering lights flashing and shrill singing kept skimming, ignorant, there is a feeling to grab I, those faces blurred by the clarity of becoming more and more wandering, the scene a bit like reading and watching television for a long time, eyesight decay rapidly, everything gradually become a bit distorted. Who am I? We are more like people in video game states, and I begin to doubt the truth about the existence of life.