The night air was heavy; smelling of the sea, fish, and cigarette smoke. I sat at a small table with a motley group of individuals at a local hawker centre in Tuen Mun (新青山灣沙灘餐廳). Sitting to the right of me, an Australian man with a beige flat cap recently came back from Tianjin, China, hoping … Continue reading Summer Journal: June
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My father is setting down the final layer of polyurethane on a new home he bought in Augusta, Maine. He already had one; a fully furnished Victorian-styled Bed and Breakfast an hour south. “You just can’t buy any houses for sixty-grand,” he told me. It was out of pocket but reassured me it was like … Continue reading Summer Journal: July
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