Xinyi Road, 5:20 a.m.

scrab, moves fluidly across bass, techno, disco, and house with a foundation in world music, presenting a one-hour mix that captures the shifting atmosphere and sensations of walking alone down a silent boulevard before dawn, as the city slowly turns toward morning after a night at the club.

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I like walking alone down an empty boulevard before dawn, after leaving the club.

I peek into construction pits, browse UFO catchers, buy a beer at a convenience store, and wander under the imposing presence of temples.

As I fill my lungs with the strangely sweet scent of damp soil, the sky gradually becomes veiled in a thin layer, and from a narrow alley I begin to hear the sound of an old woman preparing fried dough.

It feels like a signal that the city is turning toward morning.

By then, my eyelids naturally grow heavy, and I finally give in and take a taxi.

I recorded this mix as an hour that drifts from a quiet walk to dozing into the colors of the morning glow.