Twenty Fragments of a Ravenous Youth

by Xiaolu Guo

The Heavenly Bastard in the Sky never seals off all the exits – there's always a way through. In this world there must be more than 300 different ways to die, but who cares. At least I wasn't going to die of hunger.

Beijing was a city for Sisyphus – you could push and push and push, but ultimately that stone was bound to roll back on you.

I wanted to know if I could sleep by myself and not yearn to feel next to me the warmth of a 37.2°C man.