This issue is for the reader willing to spend an evening.
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 — prejudice in food, solitude at the self-checkout, the narcissism of cyclists.
This issue does not publish emotion. It publishes thought.
Three dawn pieces from Li Kejin's Looking for the Wind cycle (image + text) frame the return from night to day. The final line: "In this instant, I am the wind."
