Articles By Brian Hioe
It strikes me as sad that some haven’t seen what should be obvious.
I sometimes think of the activist world as being like the jianghu of Chinese-language martial arts novels.
Pub was unique in that it never closed until the last customer left, as a result of which it was routinely open until 6:00 or 7:00 a.m.
I spend a lot of time thinking about cute animals, a way to cope with the nullity of contemporary existence.
In the absence of concrete facts, frightful rumors flourish.
I'd find myself riding a bus with a friend's giant face on the side of it—a disconcerting feeling.
Taoyuan International Airport is an airport with identity issues.
I think I'm the only person I know who has ever tried 7-Eleven bubble tea.
I’ve become increasingly aware of how much of my reputation in Taiwan is built on the knowledge of my New York upbringing.