Diary (15)
Like smells, levels of relative humidity can inspire intense memories or transportive reveries. A month or so ago, when the air was wet, standing outside of Iriya Station, I was for a moment in Lianyungang, waiting for the bus over the causeway. The humidity rose again and I was in the suburbs of Bangkok. Today, with blue skies and crisp heat, I was sta…
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