On the Way to Nangang
Although my knees were wracked with issues that morning, I ambled along Fude Street with a sack of journals, pens, Continue reading
Although my knees were wracked with issues that morning, I ambled along Fude Street with a sack of journals, pens, Continue reading
How public – those concrete paths – punctuated with rows of metal doors – potted plants – pink trousers and Continue reading
Still Life with Tortillas 