For me, dust is worse than a cigarette between my fingers. The dust of Xizhimen terrifies me. Its intensity can be compared with the results of street sweepers who love to sweep at bus stops. When large buses go booming by, covering your nose is a waste of time. I would just like to disappear.
Dust is hard to avoid.
During this period, dust, the ruins, broken bricks, and the piercing sound made by huge construction machines are the keynotes of Xizhimen. I must admire the superior adaptability that I possess as a Chinese. After a few days of knitted brows, I was actually at peace with it. Going down the subway was one of my inspirations under such circumstances. The above-mentioned environment even generated a strange power in which I was assimilated into environs.