At the National Palace Museum this afternoon, I felt like I was playing human Frogger in a sea of Chinese tourists... and I was loosing. If I were that little electronic frog I'd have died so many times that Nintendo would have personally written me a letter requesting I not depress the system further by suffering it to play any more. I knew they couldn't understand me, so to keep from causing an even bigger scene I would mumble and curse at them "blah blah grrr fucking blahh, move!"
If I were homesick, the thing I'd miss most is the concept of 'personal space'.
ew.
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