Gustavo Fiorello LITERATUREMemories by the bus stopIf you went back in time and met yourself from when you first came to China, would you tell yourself what this country has coming for you?
Beatrice TamagnoLITERATURENot knowing your flatmates: loneliness in urban ChinaI knew I would probably never see my flatmates’ rooms, so from the day I moved in, I started to silently gather information about them.
Luis Matte Diaz LITERATUREThe intimacy of the owlsWhile being alone with yourself on a sleepless night, you access a terrifying yet one of the most intimate experiences.
Luis Matte Diaz LITERATUREThe passengers of their youthQuality or quantity? Fast race or endurance? When talking about children, I prefer to reflect on each step rather than the end of the race.
Beatrice TamagnoLITERATUREThe night I went to Inner MongoliaYears ago, for two or three months, I was a full-time passenger. This is the story of how I traveled from Zhejiang to Inner Mongolia.
Luis Matte Diaz LITERATUREA contemporary need of 道 (Dao) A call to go back to a more natural Dao and align with the essential things of life, rather than the ephemeral concerns of our modernity.
Luis Matte Diaz LITERATUREGetting old with a social roleThe willingness to move the limbs depends on whether they have a specific use. Without a purpose, the limbs and even the soul could atrophy.
Beatrice TamagnoLITERATURESongs of a Shanghainese Summer CommuteWhoever spent some time in a Chinese city knows how crucial living next to a subway station is. Those who live in Shanghai know it better.