I grew up in a southern city. Before I was 17, I lived in the southern coastal area; after I was 17, I came to Shanghai. It is a city with abundant sunshine and surging crowds. The air is chronically murky, yet the silent sky between the skyscrapers has a clear color. In the evening, the Bund exudes an atmosphere of decadence, the decadence of materialism. Time and shattered dreams are buried together, fermenting incessantly without pause.
And every year in August, there's one season of typhoons.