I grew up in a southern city. Before I was 17, I lived along the southern coast; after I turned 17, I came to Shanghai. It is a city with abundant sunshine and surging crowds, where the air is chronically polluted, yet the skies between the skyscrapers remain eerily quiet and crystal clear. Every night, the Bund exudes an atmosphere of decadence, a decadence rooted in materialism. Time and shattered dreams are buried together, fermenting incessantly, impossible to halt.
And every year in August, there's a typhoon season.