
I Hope You Hope Hope Have Hope
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I put her ashes into fireworks and exploded them into stars in the Badain Jaran Desert. This is the farewell Jiang Xunye wants - the ultimate romance, without even a blade of grass growing. When she was alive, we did all the crazy things: kissing in the huge waves on a typhoon day, swimming naked in the glacier at minus 20 degrees Celsius, chasing the horizon on the road in no-man's land. She said, "Life is a wild thing, not a track." "Living in a way that others don't dare offends their lives." Until she became a handful of ashes in my backpack, a notebook filled with last wishes. I took her to every coordinate she marked: glacier blue hole, pink salt lake, Death Valley, Aurora Snowfield. Everywhere I go, I leave a part of her behind. I thought this was the end. It wasn't until under the aurora in Alaska that I finally understood the words on her last page: "I hope you have hope." It turns out that she didn't want me to be buried as a sacrifice. She wanted me to take her flesh and blood and go crazy for more carnivals that she didn't have enough. I want to learn to listen to the rain in the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, and teach children to paint the purple sky in the green mountains of Miao Village. Burn sadness into pottery, and print the past into shadow. "My heart doesn't stop and I keep going crazy." This is our BE aesthetic - no tears, just spirits. No tombstones, just fireworks. Not forever, now. She is dead and I am alive. This is us at our most extreme, bohemian.
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