From the editor

摘要

One of my earliest memories is the happiness of a particular Sunday morning, reclined on a church pew nursing a bottle of milk, lulled by the hum of prayers and a view of the ceiling fans - silent whirling dervishes in a white space fractured with coloured light.There is a touch of the sublime in the memory, a transcendental childlike feeling of security and delight -a bright open space full of people; the opposite of lonely.