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[英文] 《Tangled Up》作者: - Greg Egan【EPUB】

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TANGLED UP by Greg Egan Soft lights and air-conditioning in the editing room. All the light panels on all the benches are switched on. No shadows. I'm running a shot back and forth, back and forth, trying to remember when it was taken, trying to remember taking it, trying to remember. I have no idea what time it is outside. In here there is no time at all, except for the time you find by counting up frames. The little wheels on the frame counter spin with a tiny whirring noise, from 000259 down to 000000 and then back up again, as I wind the shot back and forth. I think vaguely about the new electronic frame counters with no sprockets, with tiny lasers and microprocessors to count the perforations as they stream on by. My shooting records are garbled, jumbled, meaningless to me ; I don't even recognise the handwriting. Five hundred spools sit in a box near by, and I suppose they belong to me. It's very hard to tell. A long time ago there was a conversation, unless I dreamed it or saw it in a film. Ed and I decide that our next films will refer to each other, as a means of extending their effects on the audience. Both are to be fragmented, disjointed, surrealistic, disorienting. In my film, the carload of people who are followed about by the camera will pass by a drive-in, where Ed's
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