（未授权翻译，荣耀归于特师。）
说起现代性，你有什么感觉，
speaking of modernism, what do you feel about it,
下午两点半，水磨石地板，米黄色涂料，
2 pm, terrazzo flooring, beige coating,
铸铁窗框的漆被阳光晒的爆了皮，一种淡淡的挥发性气味，水泥窗台上一层薄薄的尘土，
sunburnt paint is peeling from the cast iron window frame , a hint of volatile odor, a sheer layer of dust on concrete window sill,
从阳台上望出去，远处是浅色号的各式家属楼，办公大楼，山，汽车很少，
looking out from the balcony, in the distance are various light-colored residential buildings, office buildings, hills, not many cars,
家属院种着紫罗兰，狗尾巴草，一点红，八瓣菊，
residential area is planted with violets, foxtails, red tasselflowers, garden cosmos,
一种长的像蜜蜂但实际上是苍蝇的昆虫在花瓣上空盘旋，
an insect of some sort – looks like a bee but actually a fly – hovering above the flowers,
你坐在刘女士家卧室床边，上半身扭向房门，双手水平搭在大腿面上，
you are sitting beside the bed in Ms. Liu’s bedroom, upper body twisted towards the door, both hands on your laps, horizontally,
白色板式家具，双人席梦思床垫，蕾丝灯罩，电视机用钩针的布盖着，塑料半球形吊灯，
white particle board furniture, double Simmons mattress, lace lampshade, TV set covered with crochet cloth, plastic hemisphere droplight,
地上是仿木花纹的地板革，桌上有深红色成套的晾水壶与晾水杯，
on the ground is wood-look vinyl flooring, on the table is a whole set of crimson water kettle and cups
你打开阳台门，对流的空气有麦秆晒过后的味道，
you open the balcony door, aroma of sun-dried hey floating in the air,
早上九点半，你推开局办公楼大门，弹簧反馈有力，大堂的镜子一尘不染，
9 am, you push open the gate to the department office building, spring bounces back sturdily, mirror in the hall remains spotless clean,
王主任右手食指与中指第一个指节夹着香烟，反复与你确认会上的一些细节，
Director Wang is holding a cigarette in his right hand, between the first knuckles of index and middle fingers, repeatedly confirming with you about details of the meeting,
这个镜头模糊了，线性向外发散，延伸，仿佛宇宙中发射光芒的一个点，
this scene blurred, diffusing and extending linearly, like a point shedding rays in the cosmos,
点的中央是办公室有暖气的窗台上几盆绿植，君子兰，虎皮令箭，绣球，
the center of the point is the green plants in pots, sitting on the heated window sill in the office, clivias, snake plants, French hydrangeas,
这个模糊的图像构成了20世纪城市的生活核心，所有的线索具有指向性，关联，在建筑玻璃表面反射，
this blurred image formed the core of the 20th century city life, all the leads have a certain kind of directivity, connection, reflecting on the glass surfaces of buildings,
人们预感到，下午可能会过一次性生活，
people have this anticipation, they’re probably gonna get laid in the afternoon,
而2017年，这种发射（注：反射？）消失了，一切吵杂，含混，快速而又湮没，
whereas in the year 2017, this reflection has disappeared, everything is boisterous, ambiguous, quickly emerging and annihilating,
你孤独的背着无线电发射电台在人群中，向上的信号宛如溺毙前最后一下伸出水面的手，
you are shouldering a radio transmitter amongst the crowd, lonely, the upward signal is just like a hand raising out of water for the last time before drowning,
现代性消失了，说起纽约，你想起什么，
modernism has disappeared, talking about New York, what’s in your mind,
曼哈顿，高楼林立，黄色出租车，黑人，昏暗的咖啡馆，蜜糖，肥胖的墨西哥女性服务员，
Manhattan, high-rises, yellow cabs, black dudes, dim-lit cafes, honey, obese Mexican waitresses,
直升飞机，穿西装的骑公路赛车的人，地铁，霓虹灯，特大垃圾箱，冒着气的地下井，被枪杀的蝙蝠侠父母，
helicopters, road bikers in suit, subway, neon lights, huge trash cans, steaming sewer lids, Batman’s parents – shot and killed,
说起东京，你想起什么，拉面，东京塔，横滨高档大楼，一坨黄金色屎的雕塑，love，
talking about Tokyo, what’s in your mind, ramen, Tokyo Tower, upscale buildings in Yokohama, sculpture like a pile of golden shit, love,
有一种感觉，现代消失了，很混沌，事物的表面不再清晰，
got this feeling, modernism has disappeared, very chaotic, surfaces of things are not longer clear,
2017年被各种信息雾霾包裹着高速发射粒子，里面有2000万头驴在叫
the year of 2017, covered by all kinds of information smog, is shooting high-speed particles, with 20 million donkeys howling inside.
