The speed at which this city is changing gives a strange sense of illusion. Without warning, a familiar shop might suddenly be gone one day, replaced with bamboo scaffolding. A week later there’s an empty megaplex. Space itself is moving around people, as people move within it. Some will try to hold onto patterns, familiar routines to make sense of it all: dancers in the morning, fishers by the river at night. It is by no means a comfortable city. You will choke on unapologetic fumes and stifling heat. A friend once described it as raw, like its inhabitants, who will turn from anger to glee within seconds.
A year is hardly enough time to scratch the surface of the complex, shifting physical geography of the city, the networks that people move within, or the languages they speak. It was very fortunate to have experienced Wuhan at this point in time – in a few years it will have changed into something different. A wonderful city and dear friends will be missed.