我行走在城市的大街上,耳朵里满是音响,但我却辨不清是什么音响,来自什么方向。城市是一个嘈杂的地方,音响挨着压着挤着搅拌着音响,最后竟然成了一种没有性别的音响。如果把城市的音响染成黑色,城市就会比夜还黑,如果把音响变成颗粒,城市就成了一堆砂砾。在这种音响无序的混杂中,我感到自己已经变成了一种混杂,堆放在杂 I walked the streets of the city, my ears full of sound, but I can not understand what is the sound, from what direction. The city was a noisy place, with the sound mixing and stirring in the press, which turned out to be a sexless sound. If the sound of the city is dyed black, the city will be darker than the night, and if the sound is turned into particles, the city becomes a pile of grit. In this disorderly acoustics, I feel I have become a mixed, stacked in miscellaneous