I can keep applying but I know it’s me blocking myself, not a bossman on the other side. I’ve got to pick it up again, get past the voice in my head telling me, No!
Tag Archives: East Asia
Travel stories with East Asia in mind.
じゅうよん. One Night in Shibuya
Her jacket was slung across her shoulders—she’d been wearing it despite the sweaty air of the nightclub—and I removed it like a gentleman, spread it across the coarse stone steps so that we could sit down in comfort.
Bonus. The Mao Cap
We’d gone to Dali, to a market on the lake, but while I had a mild cold and a case of the runs, Ben had full on dysentery.
བཅུ་གཉིས. No Limits
At first glance it sounded nuts. On second glance, this matriarchal society was freed from the cycle of marriage and divorce that I saw from our Western norms. My second thought was that it made sense.