There was a night in Shanghai that kind of stuck. Those bright neon lights and all strangers, they emitted the warmth that turned into sharp chill on the back of my neck. I just realized, as I drifted through the currents of people speaking and laughing, I hardly knew a thing. The neon signs shouted things I couldn’t listen, everything else was just as loud,
that slowly they went mute. The neon flicker slipped into the back of my eye.
And that was it. I felt like the loneliest person in the world.
Like watching Kar Wai’s movies.