Omg this street is gone now? I always knew the gov would clean it up one day, but it feels sad to see it myself. Something remarked my younger age went missing from this moment, some places I shared my entire 20s with my Beijingers. This is Beijing, a city under constant development with a super fast pace, where bridge gets rebuilt within 148 hrs, buildings come and go every a couple of years. All the streets I have lived now look completely different, people I hanged with had long ago disappeared in the crowd, having lived in Beijing for a decade, this was a real pain. The urban metabolism never stops a beat for individual, every few years the city replaces itself to a new Beijing. It feels like a life reboot every time, and every connection with the city, culture outcomes, friend circles, favourite places. The city provides no access to recover point whatsoever, except memories left behind, fading as age grows. There is no time - and no place, for us to look back. There have been other moments like this, reminisced the loneliness I have always felt while witnessing all the changes of Beijing, exactly the moments when I questioned: Is Beijing still my home? Or perhaps it has never been my home. But then, where is home?














