i’m in a dingy net cafe at the end of the street. piles of cigarettes on the floor around a couple of chairs (since cleaned up, I must add), grimy desks and a bunch of kids playing games while the two of us type. a few security cameras sit across the room, near the ceiling, with the power supplies hanging in the air. bandwidth out of this cafe (or this country? »
she didn’t remember the streets much but she remembered her old friend who showed us around and kept us company, and the professor who was very nice she said she could hear his voice change as he said goodbye after lunch later, after dinner the 3 of us sat in a bar while piano music looped endlessly in the background (just the one song) and the 2 girls chatted occasionally translating for me »
We hit town off another flight, surrounded by fog. Or is it smog? It’s hard to tell, but I’ll find out tonight when I catch up with an old friend. This city’s even bigger than the last one, though it’s hard to tell when you can’t see far. I think I see my first statue of Chairman Mao outside the Science and Technology Museum, just before we reached the hotel – I’m surprised it took so long? »
heat closes in safety flows from a million air-conditioning units i have the following items: a pair of sunglasses a cameraphone a wallet is this enough to get by? »
dream: i was on a bus watching new scenes pass me by trying to make mental notes of each interesting location so i could revisit them later when i had more time (there was a sense of needing to get to somewhere, but where?) when i awoke and told her about it she excitedly suggested “maybe you were dreaming of china?” »