after Du Fu
Thousands of apartments honeycomb these towers, lit by angled

sunlight and increasing valuations. I sit on the hill of our GDP.

In the harbour the fishing boats return from exhausted seas, floating

in bewilderment. China Southern expands its routes, directing

the world through Guangzhou. I’ve not yet been profiled for an in-flight

magazine or been asked how I’d spend 72 hours in Copenhagen.

But all of us have that one friend whose start-up goes nuts, whose modest

business is now risky and infinite. Auction this scene to the highest bidder.