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It is simply not pleasant to be objectively observed — it’s like seeing a candid photo of yourself online, not smiling or posing, but simply looking t

Language is the chalice we lift to our lips to taste our own experience — a vessel that constrains what it contains by giving it its own shape.

The blurring of these circumstances rattles us. We crave concise explanations even in senseless acts, and prefer that our monsters look like monsters,

For those of us deep in China discourse, this is a familiar pattern. China often becomes a canvas on which people project their anxieties about whatev