07.09.2012 - 07.09.2012
The smell of lacquered wood reminds me of my grandparents' house in Taipei. I sit sweating quietly in the dark room, given over to the heat. From outside comes the sound of rhythmic sweeping, again reminding me of Taiwan. Is it just an illusion, or do the maids in this household seem happier than anyone I've met in a long time?
We're eating monsters