In the South, on the nights of a sweltering summer, we children like to sleep in the middle of the road. No cars pass by overnight; everyone plops their water-cooled bamboo beds outside, and the moment of excitement arrives. Ah, the corpse drivers! Ah, the Spider Demon King! Ah, the Milky Way! Ah, what we cannot struggle free of . . . The streetlights always went out at midnight, because there weren’t any cars, nor any pedestrians, so what need would we have for them? As they are extinguish...
