This image is very calm, timeless, motionless. Yet time seems to be passing, drop by drop. Each minute, each second, weeks, years.
这是一幅相当宁静的画面，永恒，全然凝止，感觉时光慢慢流逝，一点一滴，每一分，每一秒，周复一周，年复一年。
I distinctly remember...my 30th birthday. I was alone in my room, in bed, drinking a bottle of sherry... Sickly sweet stuff. I drank, then I felt sick. I crawled on my hands and knees to the bathroom, to the toilet, to puke in the toilet. I pulled... the thingamajig. Then I saw in the john little bits of carrots floating about, so I flushed again. Off to one side, I saw some socks hanging from a rack. I took them to wipe my face which was red and tearful. I saw myself in the mirror and said, "Shit! "So this is 30! "Ifs not a pretty sight!"
我仍清晰地记得30岁那年生日，独自一个人在伦敦，孩子们得待在法国，因为我在英国拍电影，我一个人待在房间床上，喝着一瓶雪莉酒，甜死人了，喝着喝着，觉得不舒服，用双手和膝盖爬到浴室，爬到马桶边，吐在里面，我掀起，马桶上那个东西，看见那里面，小小块的红萝卜漂浮着，于是又再冲了马桶，我看见，一旁的架子挂着袜子，于是就把它们拿下来，擦拭我发红又泪水纵横的脸，我看着镜中的自己，心里想着“妈的，这就是30岁”，“真不是个美丽的预兆”。
My brother and I play a game now. We enter the hail, wonder how many steps there were to the room on the right. Was the room on the right or the left? The clock was facing us. On the right, the stairs were covered by a red carpet. We played make-believe. Here, on the middle stair.
我们玩着游戏，想象游戏，下了一半的楼梯，下了一半的楼梯，是我坐着的这阶没有其它阶可和它相比，我既不在最底，也不在最高，所以这就是我最常驻足的一阶。
You dream of being a famous nobody. Once, when I was a teenager, a drowned woman was found in the Seine. She was so beautiful a death mask was made. Copies of the mask were produced. "The Unknown Woman of the Seine" sold well. I bought one. I contemplated her enigmatic smile, as enigmatic as the Mona Lisa's. Had she been happy to kill herself? Or had someone in the morgue forced her mouth into a smile for the mask? No one knew anything about her. So everyone could fantasize about her. She was an extraordinary nobody. An amazing unknown. I wonder if the only true portrait is the death mask. A frontal view of a motionless face. That's all that remains of someone. A motionless face. Like an ID picture, a frontal view, motionless...Silent or speaking, but facing us.
你的梦想就是当个无名的名人，这让我想起青少女的时候，塞纳-马恩省河里发现了一具女人尸体，她相当美丽，有人铸造了她的死亡面具，做成石膏像复制品，取名「塞纳-马恩省河的神秘女人」，卖得非常好，我也买了一个，我看着她沉思般地谜样笑容，和蒙娜莉萨一样，想着她是不是幸福地杀了自己，还是有人摀住她的脸，使她嘴角呈现出微笑的样子，做成面具，我们对她一无所知，所以充满幻想，她是个无名人士，但她曾是某人，我想也许最真实的肖像，就是死亡面具，一张静止不动的正面像，那是一个人最后的模样，一张静止不动的正面像，像身身份证照片一样，永远是正面、静止不动，沉默也好，说话也好，但总是面对着我们。
I must only like lost people. All of nature is in one autumn leaf.
我一定是只喜欢迷失的人，一片秋叶总结了大自然。
I had a dream about leaves. I was crouched, silent under a pile of leaves, like those on the sidewalk, raked up. No one knew. I hoped someone would find me.
我做了一个梦，一个关于叶子的梦，我安安静静地曲着身，被埋在一堆落叶底下，像是人行道上，被扫到一旁的落叶堆，希望有人能找到我。
Its been 10 years. Time passes. I don't know how it passes, but it does. Being 39 was rather fun. Maybe 41 will be too. The even numbers that end in zero...They hurt a bit. Even turning 20 was painful. Anyway, I'll be 40 tomorrow morning.
十年了，时光流逝，我不知道，它是怎么溜走的，但就是走了，39岁还蛮有趣的，也许41岁也会不错，偶数年，结尾是0的，就令人有点心痛，甚至连20岁，都很痛苦，总之明天早上，我就40岁了。