Xiu Xinyu is a writer living in Beijing who enjoys collecting stones, swimming in the sea and gorging on chocolate. She mostly uses her master degree in Philosophy to make up tragic novels.
 Lying in bed, I reaffirm to myself that all is well. In some corner of the world, there is not another me, forced into life, sold, kept as a pet, tortured out of spite, assigned to a dirty, dangerous task. There’s only me. It’s lonely, but it’s a reassuring loneliness. That night I can’t […]
1. Me After stopping my medication for just a week, I passed the test with ease. It wasn’t too much trouble. My parents never cared what I was up to. My friends probably thought I was already dead. Doctor Liu was upset but knew me well enough to know I hadn’t made the decision out […]