It's hard to say good bye.
After a year around this noisy fluorescent corner filled with voices and desires that are screaming out loud, I feel like still some voices and wants are filtered, like this man regularly sit with head down on the Sanlitun overpass.
He must have seen and heard many things. Young girl in a fake LV with H&M among other shopping bags in hand; white boy with his Asian girlfriend met last night at a bar nearby; besties whispering about plastic secrets and couples fighting very public.
A year ago this place felt young and alive. Now it comes too direct and reckless. It's like fast food and deli, coke and tea, mini skirt and gown.
It has a young soul and simple mind. But let's feel old and complicated. To the hutongs for next year!