I vaguely remember a friend in the past who used to say, “when I was walking on the street of London, I didn’t know where my home was; when I was walking on the street of Toronto, I didn’t know where my home was; when I am walking on the street of Shanghai, I don’t know where my home is. It seems I don’t belong to anywhere and none of them has anything to do with me.” He sometimes called at wee hours their time when I was in Shanghai with a drunk voice telling me, “I have everything; I have a car but nobody is sitting beside” “I’m working to death” “I will sell out my last pair of shorts and go back to China never come back” I felt chilly at that time already. I thought we were listening too much to Jiang Yuheng’s songs and loneliness became a fashionable topic. Now I know what it is. It’s my choice. I call it as being “untouched”. Love is lonely, being loveless is lonely and being untouched is super lonely.