I remember turning on the TV as a kid one day and watching some children in tattered clothing somewhere in Southeast Asia holding what the narrator said were sugar canes. They went at it like they were the last popsicles on earth. I remember feeling … Read More →
Category Archives: singapore
A hot sweaty mess in Singapore
In the summer, you can always pick the American out. And there I am, among the hundreds of people in wool pants and dress shirts on a Monday afternoon, the only one in a tank top and the only one who’s sweating streams into a … Read More →
Symbiosis never felt so soft
There’s something poetic and elegant about symbiotic relationships: zebras and ostriches, crocodiles and plover birds, humans and garra rufa. The last of these are little fish from Turkey that have an appetite for dead human skin. By way of Korea and Japan, both with established … Read More →