That day, C, one of my supervisors, suggested going for a look around Zhapu Town. He said it was by the sea.
I like the seaside.
After a forty-minute drive, we reached the coast in this industrial area. For some reason, the scenery looked a little forlorn. Or perhaps I was the one feeling forlorn. I couldn’t tell.
Fishing boats, their nets trailing behind them, sat quietly on the beach, facing what looked like a port in the distance—or was it some kind of industrial area?
Nearby was an old part of town that looked abandoned.
I wonder how many sixty-year cycles this gun battery has stood guard here.
I don’t know why I felt so conflicted. I wanted to get out and wander around, yet at the same time, I didn’t.
