Beijing is a motherfucking city. In the day, people are crammed everywhere, looking for ways to cut you in line. Cars race pedestrians to the crosswalk. The buses are often packed past capacity, vomiting people at each stop. Once, I accidentally elbowed a little boy in the head while I tried to squeeze out of a subway car.
But the swarms die down at night. I encountered this empty underground walkway on my way home after Mongolian food with Joseph on a Friday night. I stood here and whistled for a while.
The billboard on the right side wall says “PATRIOTISM. INNOVATION. INCLUSIVENESS. MORALITY.” The red banner overhead advertises egg tarts, tofu, and marinated duck necks.