Life gives birth to life contradicting life itself. Someone’s hair turned gray during the night, he gazes toward […]
Hui Di
My dead people are leaving, but are they leaving with dignity? At chilly mid-day plain trained hands always […]
Han Palace in Autumn by Hui Di – translated by ...
I find people already buried alive, in Zhaotong, Yunnan. I find cul-de-sac and some untrodden paths. Mirroring the […]
I Find People Already Buried Alive by Hui Di – ...
Five digits of death, numbers of death, more than one single death? She, or he, the chalk, […]
Five Stanzas by Hui Di – translated by Miroslav Kirin
In the country fed by lies, is it so hard to remain a man? They do not live […]
In The Country Fed by Lies by Hui Di – ...
You’ve been practicing the tune of “The Bird Singing in the Hollow Mountain” when you heard the bird’s […]