Taipei

When the scam artist realizes you’re not going to fall for it

This hair salon auntie also seemed like a somewhat unreliable narrator.

A dark but happy place

We develop our own coping rituals.

Kiang in the Taipei Underground

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.

A Neighborhood I’m Moving Out Of

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?

All Hail the Korean Fish!

I don’t have blind faith that the Han bubble will suddenly implode and people will wake up and smell the roses.

All Mod Cons

The plumber and my landlord began shouting at each other in Taiwanese, arguing about the pricing for the job.

Sleepless in Taipei

The thought of spending one-third of one’s existence lying on a bed is unbearable to me.

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.

The Dogs I See Around

I spend a lot of time thinking about cute animals, a way to cope with the nullity of contemporary existence.