XiBa River Vignette
You can see Xiba River Vignette as a music box, a rhythm toy, a cassette tape you wanted to burn but forgot about 15 years ago, or the documentary project you had in your head but never shot—or left dusting in a drive. It’s a piece of memory about friends, about hometown, about music; a requiem for a time I could never return to. It’s a poem for friends who will never read it, a song for a river you may never walk along. But if one day you do— if one day you do come to a city called Beijing; Walk by a river called Xiba River, I suggest you go on a summer evening, bring a folding camp chair, and tell me if you can see Orion in the night sky.
