As of today, America move its clocks back an hour. That makes LA 16 hours behind Shanghai.
You see, we don’t do that in China. We don’t even have multiple time zones. Beijing time for all. But I recalled we did try changing time when I was in pre-school. But to no avail.
When I lived in LA, regardless of my inexperience with changing time, I didn’t need to do it physically. My smartass phone keeps me on time automatically.
Gaining an extra hour can be exciting. I usually would try to go to bed “an hour early” so I can start becoming an early bird finally.
However, shrouded in darkness as early as five p.m. put me right into depression. So much so that when I was packing to leave LA, I tried to convince myself that not having to deal with “daylight saving depression” was something that I could look forward to when I got back in Shanghai.
By now, I can say this much with confidence: escaping from dusk depression just isn’t good enough. My heart throbs at the palm trees in movies; my ears perk up at the mention of LA. Even my parents and my cat aren’t heavy enough to anchor me here.
I need to go back. I want to go back. I have to go back. Five pm pitch black or not. We always have March to get it right.
PS. I’m happy to report that I’m close to finish the second draft of the short film that I’m working on with a student director. The pay is, of course, chicken-shit. But I will collect another credit for my artist visa as the student completes the short in the coming spring. Beat it, I know it’s not winter yet. But let me fast-forward just a little… so I can make some sense out of the bone-chilling Shanghai winter… which I’ve long forgotten when I did time in LA.