You look nice. How exhilarating and terrifying to be looked at, to be seen – to realize you've been an image this whole time. All that patient primping, that painstaking preparation, suddenly confronted with its own potential: This is me! you say, aspirationally tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, I'm trying to look like me! You turn to face the audience, and in that state of perpetual becoming, you wonder: Will my outside ever meet my inside? Will I see it when it does?

你看起来不错。被人看着，被人看见，意识到自己一直以来的形象，是多么令人振奋和恐惧的事情。所有耐心的打扮，艰苦的准备，突然发现了自己的潜力，满怀希望地把一缕头发塞到耳后，说这就是我！我正在努力让自己看起来像我！你转过身面对观众，相机定格了这个画面，你想知道。我的外表和内心一致吗？我看得到吗？