乡间让时间停摆，也会让人的思想停摆。乡间陈腐的意识，会如老宅院里的尘埃，在时间中沉淀、聚积下来，散布在各个角落、缝隙、裂纹里。一但陈积定位，固化入形，尘埃就会成为难以洗净的污垢，让人窒息并散出死亡的气息。…
纽约城里的喧嚣，是自由、创造、活力的声音。这声音让我想起久违的Walter Whitman在十九世纪唱出的 I Sing the Body Electric:
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The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud,
Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming,
Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and tightening,
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O I say these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul,
O I say now these are the soul!
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| 岁月（２０１４年九月于纽约） |
