As the days pass there is an absence of talk about the place I have left behind. There is only here. There is only now. China does this in a way I have not experienced elsewhere. The fabric of my life, the culture that makes up ‘who I am’ is starting to fade in my rear-view mirror. This is the paradoxical way in which China is absorbing me, at once I am disconnected and alien but at the same time I am being enfolded into this breathless state of now.
From a selfie taken In the back of a taxi in Hangzhou, China.
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