The death of translator 翻译家之死
Every morning the translator bikes to computer lakes to look for work. It is almost summertime in Glass City. Heavy light and coarse hours trick inexperienced bikers to take extra steps in formulating sharp tongues. By evening time only a handful of translators are left circulating around computer lakes. Business is slow these days.
每天早上翻译家骑上自行车到电脑湖找活。在格拉斯司迪, 夏天就快到了。没有经验的骑车人被沉重的光线和粗燥的时间感耍了,他们积极表达的是种急剧的言语。 直到晚上,电脑湖边上只剩下几个翻译家还在来回周旋。 近来生意不好做。

seek the night from drinks 借杯里的黑夜