Everyone is smoking.
The waitress, the chef, the cab driver, women, men, children.
Lots and lots of children.
Philip Morris himself would be proud.
I'm enclosed in a foggy glass cylinder 40 stories above the earth.
Does "smoking makes you die" not translate to Mandarin?
I guess it's a form of population control.
They could not possibly squeeze more people onto this island.
But, aside from that... it kind of reminds me of Canada.
A small nation of colonialists smack dab beside the most important nation on the planet. Shared language, shared culture, different values, more donut shops. Better health care.
A giant tower that was built to draw the world's attention but has ended up in second place.
Taipei is to Shanghai as Toronto is to New York. Smaller, more manageable.
Less variety, more consistency.
A cleaner subway system. A lifelong inferiority complex.
A love/hate fascination with the other side.
The true east strong and free.
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