Starting from an uneventful place and time and trying not to escape America (thrice upon three times in America is what we together are doing here, one belying another), I shall first speak of Lawton, Oklahoma, where I spent most of my years, also a place to which I will never return. By the time I was born into this family of Braum’s employees, it was already a town populated by cows, college football players, pretty little houses, junkies, featureless landscapes, Chinese bu

The last time xiaochen saw a giraffe was back then. The first time I saw Liu Guangli was in the morning. More than a decade before this morning took shape, Chickling and I became inexplicably close friends. We were teenagers and impressively stupid. Chickling later opened a lovely bookshop in Paris, which is quite far from stupidity. I sat in Chickling’s bookshop and waited. A few months before this morning, in Outside Art Space’s previous life at Caochangdi, Chu Yun told me

And, with that in mind, it is safe to say that Los Angeles and California in general nauseate me. There is almost nothing vampiric there.