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a portrait of 13 hours of my life.
and then there was THE JAPANS, PILOT
and then of course one is apparently not allowed to really do anything at all in this place (random park in beijing that one time I got definitively lost looking for the perfect hutong. I was still jet lagged and when I saw the horn one I was all like "dude. no bugling? wtf..." yeah.)
the saga continues. there may or may not be gonads and strife. there will definitely be fried dough.