Prologue: A Sort of Darkness
There’s a man who sits selling spicy tofu and vegetables on skewers in a not-yet redeveloped area, no more than thirty30 metres wide, between Beijing University and the Ffourth Rring road. Beyond the twelve12 or fourteen14 lines of traffic to his south is the hyper-modernity of Zhongguancun, but he finds his place in this liminal strip: anti-aspiration between aspirational heights. He is no longer young, but not- yet middle aged. He stays in that one spot for...[Show more]
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