Harry Haller
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Words often distort thoughts, revealing that what is wisdom to one might seem foolish to another—yet this difference in understanding adds richness to our shared experiences.
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Shanghai Currency
In the bustling heart of Shanghai, a streamer navigated through a sprawling shopping mall, the kind that screamed luxury from every polished marble floor to every glimmering glass storefront. The mall was a paradise for the wealthy, where the world's most prestigious brands and high-end restaurants lined the corridors, each more opulent than the last.
By Harry Hallerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Internet Bar Chronicles: A Life Lived in the Present
I knew Wei back in middle school in Xi’an, China. He was the kind of guy who seemed almost invisible at school, always on the fringes, and often a target for the meaner kids. Perhaps out of pity or something else, I took him under my wing. On Friday nights, we’d sneak out to the Internet bar in the "village inside the city"— a dense, chaotic maze of narrow streets and old brick buildings hidden within the city’s modern exterior. The village was alive with activity, neon lights from restaurants and street stalls painting the night in vibrant colors. We’d stay there until midnight on Friday and Saturday nights, lost in the glow of the computer screens in the Internet bar, playing games until our eyes were heavy with sleep. But after middle school, our paths diverged. I went to a different high school, then abroad for college. We lost touch, and I wasn’t even sure which high school he attended—perhaps he didn’t make it to a regular one, likely ending up in a trade school instead. It was only earlier this year, on a whim, that I wished him a happy birthday. To my surprise, we ended up exchanging messages, and through these conversations, I learned more about his life over the past years.
By Harry Hallerabout a year ago in Fiction
