Diary (16) [2010 resuscitation]
▣ Bus from Weifang. Breakfast of Hokkaido cheesecake and kimbap. The parking lot: clans of buses, brief and grimy, with big trucks moving around the edges, belching clouds of black diesel exhaust, and masked women touting for the flophouses, unlicensed taxi drivers leaning against their Hyundais. Writing now in a hotel room. A house near the port. I hav…
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