Postcards: a lack of anonymity in northeast Seoul
Around 8:35 each morning, I cross the busy street facing the back gate of my school, and I see the same man. He’s tall and thin, with wispy black hair and narrow eyes. In the fall he often wears a...
View ArticlePostcards: the Chinese calligrapher
August 24, 2011 On a bright summer morning in Beijing, the calligrapher skillfully ran his brush along the smooth, gray stone of the Summer Palace’s pavilion, making curvaceous strokes with lines as...
View ArticlePostcards: Hiking in Shaxi
August 11, 2011 Shaxi, pronounced sha-shi if you are reading it in English, was once a bustling village during the Tang Dynasty, where traders passed through to exchange tea and horses. Now Shaxi is...
View ArticlePostcards: Seoul’s beach train
April 1, 2012 It was 5 AM. Bleary-eyed, exhausted and still drunk, I placed one foot into the subway car at Hongdae station and paused. I quickly retracted my foot from the train, like a cat after...
View ArticlePostcards: a couple in Kyoto
Last February, I traveled to Japan alone. Being alone didn’t bother me. In fact, I had made a friend in Tokyo, and we decided to meet up in Kyoto, vaguely agreeing to meet at the Arashiyama bamboo...
View ArticlePostcards: Huashan, a sacred Taoist mountain
It was foggy and drizzly when I walked towards the bus stop in Xi’an that morning, but I didn’t care. I was going to climb that damn mountain. Accompanied by a quiet Belgian guy from my hostel, I held...
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