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emily
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‘Beijing, I said—trying to memorise everything—but all I saw was just another unremarkable northern city. Murky grey sky cut into squares—electric wires. Blockish old brick buildings w/ pigeons—roads—wider than—Jinan—A woman cycled past—a head of jade-green celery in her bike basket—old guys sat by the wall playing chess—The fragrance—frying garlic—I decided I wouldn’t tell them a single thing about where you’d gone’
— Dec 26, 2025 06:10AM
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emily
is on page 135 of 323
‘You’re right that I made no effort to fit in—This was—supposed to be temporary—I had no expectations/desires for my situation—I’d look at your faces & wonder how we’d become friends—I was completely out of control for those two years—running wild. Looking back—it might have been the happiest time of my life—though I can’t remember how that actually felt. Memory is selective—my memory would rather cling to suffering’
— Dec 24, 2025 05:43AM
emily
is on page 24 of 323
‘—it seeped into the texture of your life. No matter what form it takes—I believe it is still present—and like me, you can’t ignore it. Let’s talk. Yes, let’s talk—I don’t know why I did what I did. Maybe because everything seemed out of my hands and the only thing I could choose was how to end this—After that—You’d vanished cleanly from our lives—like my hopes. I thought this was your way of telling me you agreed—’
— Dec 19, 2025 04:34PM
emily
is on page 12 of 323
'This life that wasn’t mine would—like a dandelion—puffed into blossom wherever the wind took it. Without the encumbrance of roots—grown in its own manner—This ancient country was under a thick layer of dust & leaving would feel like being cleansed. I was drawn to this freedom even if it came streaked with suffering—I recognised you. Cheng Gong—I said—You—opened your eyes—as if you’d dozed off—waiting so long for me'
— Dec 18, 2025 04:26PM
emily
is on page 12 of 323
“This life that wasn’t mine would—like a dandelion—puffed into blossom wherever the wind took it. Without the encumbrance of roots—grown in its own manner—This ancient country was under a thick layer of dust & leaving would feel like being cleansed. I was drawn to this freedom even if it came streaked with suffering—I recognised you. Cheng Gong—I said—You—opened your eyes—as if you’d dozed off—waiting so long for me”
— Dec 18, 2025 04:09PM
emily
is on page 12 of 323
‘—reading—Grandpa’s—classics—I chose Wuthering Heights. Then I happened to look up & there they were—faces pressed to the window. A boy and a girl—Though there was no resemblance, for some reason I was reminded—if I hadn’t left—would I be—different person now? The night before—I was—watching a doc about Chinese soldiers who’d stayed in Myanmar—opening dry goods stores—In a foreign land—even their aging was tentative’
— Dec 18, 2025 10:05AM
