I don’t have blind faith that the Han bubble will suddenly implode and people will wake up and smell the roses.
The plumber and my landlord began shouting at each other in Taiwanese, arguing about the pricing for the job.
The best chance for a restaurateur in Taiwan is to be good-looking, win some kind of international competition, and also have switched careers to pursue a driving passion involving food.
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.
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.
Even if those ghosts were ourselves, from four years ago.
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.