Only later would I see the dresses also as a proclamation: that in your dim kitchen, your laundry, your bleak concrete yard, what you revealed of yourself was a fabulation; your real sensual nature, veiled in those sexless vestments, was utterly your dominion.
后来我看到的那些衣裳 像是一份声明 在你那昏暗的厨房内，你的洗衣间 在哪结实的混凝土场地里面 你身上被读出的信号 是一个虚构的故事 你的肉欲 被呆板的教衣掩盖住 一丝不漏