Firstly I’m curious about the world. I want to know more about the world. Secondly I want more people to know my work and to know Chinese literature.
I’m the kind of person who always longs for distance. When I was five or six years old already I was thinking about places far away. I was born in a small village and I was always hoping to have a distant relative somewhere far away that I could pay a visit but sadly I didn’t have a distant relative. There’s a river next to my house and when I was ten I swam across the river wanting to see what was on the other side. It was pretty much the same.
I grew up. I left the village. I went to the city and I went to Beijing, the capital city of China. I went to New York and I came to Sydney. I’ve gone to the place that is far away but once I’ve been there the distance is further away. So there’s always a place that’s far away. Maybe now I’m thinking about places beyond earth.
Nobody can tell me where faraway is. Perhaps the faraway can only really be reached through writing, and the faraway is just that which can be imagined, idealised, and never explained.