Where does all the time go?
There's something peaceful about the desert, a place that appears so timeless, but is constantly reforming itself. Perhaps it is this sense of disquiet continuity that draws humans into this inhospitable landscape, and which has featured so prominently in the work of travel writers such as Sanmao（三毛）.
You've seen the sights, now look at the pieces.
People are trapped in history and history is trapped in them.
A jungle tamed, a future ignited.
Once upon a time in Huzhou, where the river runs through the old town, a foreigner encountered three fine treasures, and many more wonders besides...
In modern China, explosive growth is the macrocosm, but what of the fate of individual neighbourhoods, destined for posterity?