I’m in Hong Kong with

a dog buildings a yellow restaurant a boy water


Yesterday, I licked an ice cube.

Or two nights ago, rather.  It's a silly thing to do, ice cube licking, and I don't really have an explanation except that it looked cold, smooth and inviting.  And harmless.  It looked harmless.  So I licked it, got stuck to it, and spent several minutes of illegible griping at being the subject of my... Continue Reading →

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