A Year Working for the People's Republic of China | The People are the Heroes Now
The sun is bright in the morning. I roll, creaking, out of the bed and to the window. It takes a while for me to figure out exactly how to lift the cover: it’s not that different a material from the shields guarding jewelers’ shops Philly (so, like Kevlar and whatever is in Batman’s armor). … Continue reading Part IV: Rome, Alone
When I finished undergrad, my father decided to take the family to Europe. Being a man of wealth and Don Johnson taste, he further decided we should go on a Mediterranean cruise. I remember being embarrassed about this at the time. It seemed simultaneously ostentatious and provincial, like if The Cheesecake Factory sold vacations. People … Continue reading Part III: Rome, I Hope
This not sleeping, though. That’s a problem. I think I’m going down around midnight back in Philly, but I’m not: my eyes are just taunting me. I’m almost thirty, and all-nighters are not the simple thing they used to be. I lack the capacity to be awake 30+ consecutive hours, and I don’t really do … Continue reading Part II: London
The clouds scratch at the edges of Philadelphia. The other side – the side that was simply the day’s weather, up till late afternoon – is clear and blue. It’s rare to see a line this stark in the sky: safety here; danger here. If you spent a lot of time staring up at the … Continue reading Part I: Philadelphia
