每天回家的时候,都要经过一个垃圾堆。我从不回避它,而且想着自己与它的关系,想着也许我的一部分生活,甚至是很重要的生活,最后都会归宿到这堆垃圾里。常常地,在凝视着这堆乱七八糟的垃圾时,会有一阵风吹来,吹着吹着就在垃圾堆里成了旋风。风旋转着,翻阅着,像在浏览人们业已流 Every day when you go home, go through a garbage dump. I never shied away from it, and I thought about my relationship with it, thinking that maybe some of my life, even a very important life, will end up in this pile of garbage. Frequently, when staring at this mess of garbage, there will be a gust of wind blowing, blowing into the garbage heap. The wind is spinning, flipping through, like browsing people already streaming