Death exists - in a paperweight, in four red and white balls on a billiard table - and we go on living and breathing it into our lungs like fine dust.

• 无论镇纸中，还是桌球台上排列的红白四个球体里，都存在着死。并且我们每个人都在活着的同时像吸入细小灰尘似的将其吸入肺中。