the past three months have been a time of mourning for me. during the first part of this year, a college roommate, an academic elder brother of sorts, and a Continue Reading →
today i fell for nostalgia. while harvesting a field edge by hand, i felt sad never to have heard the sound of harvesting before the arrival of the combine: although Continue Reading →
last week, i had an ambivalent experience of visiting a natural wonder well worth visiting from a natural history perspective; yet, my visit left me worried that i was trespassing. Continue Reading →
I am fond of the Chishang Bento, but my own love for this product has to do with its place in the Taitung soundscape as well as its taste… Continue Reading →
ghosts rework social space: not just through legend or insubstantial shivers, but through their materiality, either the traces that they leave in space, or the remains of the dead that offer sticky problems to urban planners Continue Reading →