Some people in this neighborhood still fish on the river (mostly small shellfish) and often fish up gods that other people have thrown out. They’ve created a kind of found god orphanage, with a much larger array of gods than you normally see at such places. The temple sits just outside the levy, facing the river. It’s an illegal structure, and originally they had had it on wheels so that if they police came by they could just shut the whole thing up and roll it away—like the peddler stalls down the middle of every night market street, who will occasionally pick up and disappear down an alley when the whistle comes that the police are stopping by, a bustling charade played out several times a night. “It’s outside the levy, so it should be an yinmiao,” says Tiffany, although when I draw the conclusion that “temples placed outside the levy usually are yinmiao” she hesitates. It makes sense though. These gods and the topic matter they’re in charge of are peripheral to the yang world (not in the sense of unimportant but in the sense of being not quite a part of) spiritually and socially, so why not spatially?



look yin to you?