Our Days Are Becoming Nights
Everywhere I go I think, I should live here… I should know what it’s like to work in a cigar factory in Leon, fish in the Mekong, living in a floating house on Tonle Sap, sell hot dogs at Fenway …
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Travel
Tiny Cities Made of Ash
The bells are a constant cacophony, not the rhythmic ringing out of the hours or tolling from mass that the human mind seems to find pleasant; no, this is constant banging, the sort of atonal banging that only appeals to …
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Architecture,
Culture