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行为，16分钟。2011年1月，家作坊。
一个在2008年做过的梦为一部劣质成人录像配的字幕：
试管青年和脆弱的玻璃
我跟olivier住在一个声称是位于巴黎的一所高级寓所里，可那看上去分明就是个回牵楼，并且肮脏简陋，从窗户望出去是个二手集市，很多老阿在那里卖旧家具，还有中国超市卖着一些60年代的食品。也不知道是谁给了我一把塑料手枪，灰色的，看上去挺高级，明明是把枪怎么那上面还有回放和播放的功能键呢，正琢磨呢，那枪就开始告诉我它原来的主人是怎么样的，画面里一个年青的男孩（咖啡混血）骑着自行车穿过我小时候住的地方，他用那把手枪杀死了一个中年男人，然后就是黑夜里他在卖淫，满头大汗的给一个男人口交，又再去伺候另一个男人…可怜的男孩，最后他还是被打死了，他的手枪就到了我的手里，那不是玩具，可是我拿着它又能干吗呢，就想着干脆去二手市场卖了得了。在二手市场碰见另一个青年，他是卖二手手表的，他给我展示了很多手表，有新款的样式很现代很设计，也有老式的，他告诉我说这些是从黑格尔到鲁迅先生带过的手表，我在那些满是灰尘的手表里发现尼采跟泰格尔老人家有同样的一块设计很极简的黑色手表，我很疑惑他是否是个骗子，那青年这时候就告诉我说他其实是支试管，并且他还写书。他就给我看他的书，他的文字很嚼情，只记得最后一句好像是这么写的：这个时代有很多以给人送可乐为生的人，这种人群我们称之为：“可乐人”，可乐人密集了这个经济社会并使其快速走向灭亡。看到这里的时候他就变成了一支上下一边直的试管。醒来以后整理了一下思路，总结出这么几个东西：手枪＝摄像机，男孩＝玻璃，学者的知识＝时间的表子，可乐＝试管，我＝二手。
2008年2月20日

performance, 16′. 2011,1. at homeshop.
writing the dream i had in 2008, put on the tv screen with a bad quality porno film at background, make it like a shoddy subtitle system.
dream:
20th Feburary 2008
Test Tube Youngster And Fragile Glass
I was living with Olivier in a so-called luxurious apartment in Paris, but it seemed to me the sort of old Chinese dormitory building in 1980′s . In addition, it was filthy and shabby. Looking out of the window, I saw a second-hand market where many Arabs were selling antique furniture. Food from the 60′s was sold in a Chinese supermarket. Some stranger gave me a plastic gun, grey, seemingly advanced. Just as I was wondering how come this gun had replay and play function buttons, the gun started to tell me what its previous master was like. Inside the image, a young boy, a brown coloured mix-blood, was cycling through a place where I used to live when I was young. He killed a middle-aged man with that gun. Soon afterwards, he was selling his flesh in a dark night, sweating away, sucking another man’s cock, attending to yet another man… Poor boy. At last he was shot to death. His gun was in my hands. It was not a toy. But what else could I do with it? I thought I’d sell it in the second-hand market. I met another youngster in the market, he was selling second-hand watches. He showed me his collection; some new looking ones were modern and stylish, there were old-fashioned ones too. He told me that these watches were worn by people such as Goerg Wilhelm Fredrich Hegel and Lu Xun. I discovered that Friedrich Nietzsche and Rabindranath Tagore had owned the same poorly-designed, black watch. As I was dubious about whether he was a con-artist, the younster told me in fact he was a test tube, and he wrote as well. So he showed me the books he wrote, his wording was particularly affected. The last sentence, as I remembered, was like this, “In our times many a people make a living by delivering Coca-Cola. We call this group of people the Coca Men. The Coca Men have intensified the economic society and have rushed it to the morbid end.” Now he became a test tube whose width was equal to its height. After I woke up, I tried to sort out my thinking process and came to the conclusion, consisting of the following things: gun=camera, boy=glass, the knowledge of the intellectual=the bitch of time, Coca-Cola=test tube, I =second-hand.

Translated by Alexis Murakami

Jan 25th 2011
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