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‘‘Minjiang Nocturne.’ A flowing river appeared on the screen—a mountain range behind it—a few houses on the slopes. ‘That’s Chongqing, my hometown,’ the singer said. Since coming to Macau, time has lost all of its significance. I passed—an earth god altar with offerings of fruit and a bowl holding joss sticks burned to ash. The human heart is very strange. ‘The longer I stay, the longer I feel I’m wasting my time.’’
— May 16, 2026 06:55PM
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emily
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‘‘What can one learn from the ocean?’ On the water, watching the rides rise & recede, one understands human beings are lighter than the wind, less significant than the merest grain of sand. ‘To answer,—the sea teaches us humility. It teaches us there are other lives in distant places.’ She clicked to open another map. ‘Batavia,—modern day Jakarta.’ He tapped his cigarette—’Lingering affection.’ A strange expression.’
— May 20, 2026 06:31PM
emily
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‘Looking back now, her self-appointed sense of responsibility wasn’t as selfless as she’d like to think. Looking back now, she’d passed up opportunity—to get to know him better. ‘Beijingers, love flapping their jaws. They’ll talk you clean off your feet.’ Compared to her chaotic home—the house was—peaceful—a chocolate-brown poodle, they’re trendy—it doesn’t look right—he must have orchestrated his own disappearance.’
— May 15, 2026 05:01PM
emily
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‘It was necessary to make clear where she was from—who she’d married, so the voice at the other end of the line would be more polite. She liked the heft of the rice cooker pot, its metallic gleam—rice bubbling—as she inhaled the fragrance, & decided life was meaningful—Smells brought her the greatest pleasure—Nanhai Road—Botanical Gardens—the lake—lily-covered surface. Lines from ancient poems popped into her head—’
— May 13, 2026 06:00PM

