我的脑子里一切都混淆模糊起来。往日的一幅幅画面在一片稀薄透明的糨糊中乱绞在一起,又渐渐分开,膨胀,变成彩虹色气球的形状,似乎处于破裂的边缘。我一下子惊醒了,心跳不止。周围的寂静更增加了我的不安。通过麦克风传进房间的“远方”协会报告人的声音已经没有了。刚才,这个单调的声音和后来放映的纪录片音乐——很可能是关于太平洋的电影,因为有夏威夷吉他的呻吟——给我催眠,于是我睡着了。 Everything in my head is confused and blurred. The images of the past were twisted together in a thin, transparent paste and gradually separated and expanded into the shape of an iridescent balloon that seemed to be on the verge of rupture. I suddenly woke up, more than a heartbeat. The silence around has added to my anxiety. The speaker of the Far Association who passed the microphone into the room was no longer available. Just now, this monotonous voice and later documentary music - probably a movie about the Pacific, because I moaned with a Hawaiian guitar - hypnotized me so I fell asleep.