your entry reminded me how i really want to go to china. the family
[majong], the popsicle stands everywhere with real bright poisonous
artificial colours, the choking smoggy air smell. (god i love this
smell it’s consistent every time i get off the plane. maybe your first smell
when you’re born stays with you becoming your smell of choice) the “8
yuan for 1
speaking of which haggling, the clothes, and that weird feeling
you’re in china and every time i look down from the balcony the kids in
the elementary school doing their morning exercises are perfect rows of
black circles. i hardly ever feel different, not even abc.
luckily, that’s where i’ll be this summer!
oh, not the hookers though. or the bootleggers bugging you. i like them a little bit
what do you think of the band name “the emperor’s new sound”?