[00:00.000] 作曲 : Laurie Anderson
[00:00.718] As a child I had a hobby of making colonial newspapers.
[00:05.826] Just inventing things that happened in colonial times,
[00:09.049] and printing them, and handing them out to the neighbours.
[00:12.987] I also had a hobby of trying to imagine things that had never happened in the history of the world.
[00:19.071] For some reason, this was really important to me.
[00:22.051] So I'd go out into the woods and make a fort,
[00:25.008] and roll oak leaves into oak leaf cigarettes,
[00:28.259] and crawl into the fort and smoke oak leaf cigarettes,
[00:30.807] and think up various improbable events.
[00:33.820] For example: a man is walking along a road,
[00:38.405] and just as he looks up into the sky –
[00:40.496] which is filled with dense swirling snow –
[00:43.140] a duck flying above him has a heart attack and falls right on top of the man, and kills him.
[00:49.591] Things like that.
[00:55.156] Sometimes these thoughts would lead to questions,
[00:57.303] like 'is it true that on Mars the cliffs are 40 miles high?'
[01:02.809] Or 'what if everything just stopped?
[01:06.256] The tides and the waves and – what if the sky froze?
[01:10.970] What then?
[01:12.354] '

Say, are you perhaps made of glass?
[01:21.696] To live in the gap, between the moment that is expiring,
[01:26.388] and the one that is arising.
[01:29.336] Luminous. And empty. The real city.
[01:35.703] Falling through your mind in glittering pieces.
[01:42.697] And when you close your eyes, what do you see?
[01:47.412] Nothing. Now open them.