Author: Xiao Shui trans. Judith Huang

Slightly tipsy, walking out of Hongbin Tower. Two hearses appear on the bike lane. The invisible corpse, shut in a hand-pushed metal box covered with black brocade, jingles, bangs and clatters, squeezing through the onrush of head-spinning traffic.  Tightly-packed pedestrians scatter loosely in the smog, all eyeing him, intent on helping him find an opening.…