Still Going When I think of Chongqing, I don’t remember the skyline first. I remember the stairways, the markets, the old neighbourhoods, and the people I met along the way. Some were climbing. Some were working. Some were simply sitting outside their homes, watching another ordinary day pass. In a city that never seems to stop changing, I found comfort in these quiet moments. Life doesn’t always have to be remarkable. Sometimes, it is enough that it keeps going.
