彼日,我那辆仿佛随时可以在风中瓦解的绿色笨大日产汽车并未以废铁的价钱卖给当车公司,在赤裸得让人不好意思的阳光中被咔当咔当地拖走。我仍然耳聋于机器损坏的声音,以及不顾世界烧焦的气味。于是我一再驾着它,驶上那条环形斜坡,抵达再无去路的尽头,迎着那片尘灰迷蒙的挡风玻璃,身体便能交付予时间的暂时零度。通常是回老家饭聚过后。只有那个时候,平日被我刻意遗忘,家家户户奉养着的电视魔箱 On that day, my green, stupid Nissan car, which seems to be ready to break down in the wind, was not sold at a scrap company for the sake of a car company and was hauled away in the bare, disgusting sunlight. I am still deaf to the sound of broken machines, and ignoring the charred smell of the world. So I drove it again and again, onto the circular ramp, and reached the end of the no-till path, facing the dusty windshield, and the body was able to deliver the temporary zero for time. It’s usually after returning home for dinner. Only then, usually I was deliberately forgotten, every household dedication of the TV magic box