I still want to be the guy who can get on the subway and check out the freak on the subway.
In 1989, I was on Tiananmen Square with the students, living in their makeshift tents and joining their jubilant singing of the Internationale. In the two decades since, each time that I have gone back, visions from those days seem to return with increasing persistence.
An 'unemployed' existence is a worse negation of life than death itself.

