Maybe…the band looks a little bored…maybe…nobody’s drinking…and maybe…nobody’s dancing…except that weird couple from Texas…and maybe, I have treachery in my heart…

He was happy leaning against the ferry railing crossing Sydney harbour. It was too nice here, and the writing was suffering. The fish market, the bridge, the sunshine and endless beaches. The picturesque neighborhoods. Efforts to find a seedy underbelly had failed and instead there was just joy and nothing interesting to write about.

The sand here feels so nice, slightly coarse, very satisfying. Bury your feet in it, it seems to hit all the right spots. Watch the ocean roll in and feel the wind blowing through your hair.

The other side of the world…summer…the city more captivating than you imagined…a glance in an elevator…a camera left in a restaurant…safe behind the bar when you run back twenty minutes later.

Shanghai airport: I dip one toe into China, and then I’m gone.