notes from the epicenter of Taipei's new outbreak
The question of solidarity from afar still bothers me.
the wonders of Taiwan 7/11 instant food
“Handsome guys! Beautiful women! 929 is broken! Thank you for your patronage!”
On my last night there Big Brother Zeng, who was normally extremely chill, lost it at a customer.
This hair salon auntie also seemed like a somewhat unreliable narrator.
We develop our own coping rituals.
The first time I went to Korner in 2013, I drank so much that I ended up falling down a set of stairs and knocking out a tooth.
Maybe some will remember that I used to live here: Whatever happened to that guy who seemed to always be eating out of the same 7/11, perpetually ordering coffee at strange hours of the night?