Kuomintang
Between the Bars
On my last night there Big Brother Zeng, who was normally extremely chill, lost it at a customer.
Do Not Want Want
I’ve gradually come to think of the Want Want cracker as symbolic of my own political transitions.
A bar with no name
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.
Post-Apocalypse Election Blues
I'd find myself riding a bus with a friend's giant face on the side of it—a disconcerting feeling.
My Airport Primary category in which blog post is published
My Airport: Taoyuan International Airport
Taoyuan International Airport is an airport with identity issues.
