吞吐一口气的时间。我看了那个戴墨镜的男人的电影,他的每个镜头都是一个故事,血红的,濒近死亡的色彩,精神纠葛的苦涩,从现实中抽离出来,才发现走过的路这么坎坷,只不过我们都已习惯。我们都是塑料做的,每一寸皮肤上盖着的总是那冰冷的胶质化学物质。谁能赤裸?由不得你。透过黑色的镜片,看到的是自己好奇的面庞,那个男人的眼睛总是藏在暗处,无所顾忌地把你一身扫入眼底,他看透了你,无处躲藏。不戴 Time to breathe. I saw the movie of a man with sunglasses. Each of his shots is a story. The blood, the color of death near death, the bitterness of spiritual entanglements, and the reality of the film were isolated. But we are all used to it. We are all made of plastic, and every inch of the skin is always covered with the colloidal, colloidal chemicals. Who can be naked? Through the black lenses, I saw my curious face. The man’s eyes were always hidden in the darkness. Without hesitation, he swallowed you into the fundus. He looked through you and nowhere to hide. Do not wear