“The pages are half-soaked in noodle water, the edges of the letters blurred. ”
Denis Wong
at the bus stop on Baise Lu, in front of the brothel, next to the Kedi
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014 “The pages are half-soaked in noodle water, the edges of the letters blurred. ”
013 “Hundreds of eyes continued to dart around me, hundreds of eyes continued to pass me over.”
012 “I could be anywhere, really. There are no landmarks here.”
011 “I strained to keep my eyes on that crazy perm but the automatic doors hissed shut and she was gone. ”
010 “How could these seemingly disparate worlds co-exist? Wouldn't they come together and explode like anti-matter?”
009 “It's strange how her hair seemingly reacts to her mood – her fountains wilt and slump when she is tired and grumpy. ”
008 “Your bones are cold.”
007 “Upon seeing the delinquent busker dragged from the scene with his trousers at his ankles, I felt lost. ”
006 “As we all stare at her open-mouthed, she starts to beg like a dog, barking and licking my hand. ”
005 “It's like... one long catwalk of H&M zombies. Where are all the individuals?”
004 “Like many aimless thirtysomethings, I balance violent fantasies of self-destruction with monthly pension payments. ”
003 “It was only a 10-minute bike ride from city centre, but 10 minutes in the wrong direction. ”
002 “I thought of the mutilated pig lying atop cardboard boxes of cereal and pasta, seeping trichinosis as the van bounced along. ”
001 “And then there is only tumbling, hexagonal cold.”
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