When wheels scrape concrete into sparks of imagination, light flashes two lives together in a seaside town that frowns about diversity. Luhan ravels in it and Yixing tags his life onto every surface. Together they carve history into their skin with the discovery of how midnight is purest when wading bare skinned through a sea of mosquitos.    So I just started writing this in the airport on the way home. My flight is delayed, I have had a few brewskis