Nocturnal Nostalgia

Nocturnal nostalgia
A late night eatery I used to frequent in Wenshan District, Taipei.

Saturday night in Taipei 台北. I take to the streets and leave the haters behind. Hours of riding bring me back here, to 永和家鄉豆漿 (or 世新大學永和豆漿), a doujiang just around the corner from my old place in Wenshan, where I lived through historic times, when sunflowers sprouted in the halls of power. How nice to arrive to a flash of recognition, 好久不見, long time no see, itself one of the few phrases in English likely borrowed from Chinese. So many nights at the doujiang, always to return, another cycle, another spin around the city, around the sun.