The plumber and my landlord began shouting at each other in Taiwanese, arguing about the pricing for the job.
The thought of spending one-third of one’s existence lying on a bed is unbearable to me.
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.
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.
I lived in a box in an apartment building, itself a collection of boxes, in a city, a large mass of boxes containing other boxes.