Beatrice TamagnoLITERATURENot knowing your flatmates: loneliness in urban ChinaI knew I would probably never see my flatmates’ rooms, so from the day I moved in, I started to silently gather information about them.
Luis Matte Diaz LITERATUREThe intimacy of the owlsWhile being alone with yourself on a sleepless night, you access a terrifying yet one of the most intimate experiences.
Luis Matte Diaz LITERATUREThe passengers of their youthQuality or quantity? Fast race or endurance? When talking about children, I prefer to reflect on each step rather than the end of the race.
Beatrice TamagnoLITERATUREThe night I went to Inner MongoliaYears ago, for two or three months, I was a full-time passenger. This is the story of how I traveled from Zhejiang to Inner Mongolia.