Kaiwen Lin
林凱文，The Triumph of Civilization
A Winter’s Morning in Beijing
Repost from November 20th, 1997I remember the smell of coal and the surface of oven. I remember the aluminum chimneys and the bungalows. I remember the wind that traveled a thousand miles to yell “good-morning” into my ears, then whistled away. I remember the yellow building and my practice room on the eleventh floor. The elevator man decided to stay in bed until I finished climbing 440 steps. I remember the stairway where I extended my neck at the second floor to see the ceiling of the eighteenth floor, where I extended my…Kaiwen Lin2 min read