Qiguan's The Prism of Disease: illness in itself carries no moral meaning; the meanings are constructions society fastens onto the patient. Yangyi's The Ship of Theseus: your cells fully renew every seven years; before quantum collapse, you are only a cloud of probability. Yanyou's three pieces are about prejudice in food, solitude at the self-checkout, and the narcissism of cyclists.
Three dawn pieces from Li Kejin's Looking for the Wind cycle frame the return from night to day.
