At midnight, fewer than one car passes each minute—yet this is a busy city after all.
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I write from a life in motion, and build what I wish existed.
Essays on cities, journeys, memory and everyday life — alongside small tools that began as needs of my own.
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Featured essayThe Flat Age
扁平时代Search and recommendation have freed information from the tree, giving each of us a view of our own—and ushering in the Flat Age.
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4Falling rocks are waterfalls made solid; rumbling is the bravado of machines.
A short lyric about rain, memory, and the people we keep trying to forget.
A ride through Chongqing, Shanghai, Lille and Paris—and a meditation on the people a city brings together underground.
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A few places to beginNow and Then, He Seems to Dive into Memory to Play
时不时地，他好像潜入到记忆去游戏In this cyberpunk age, memory had become traceable for the first time—and searching it had become a solitary game.
Missing the Mountains
念山For a child who came out of the mountains, the boundless flatness of the plains can be profoundly disorienting.
The Long Way Round
迂迂回回There is no such thing as an obvious transition. That is something I have always found curious.