I take out my notebook. The pages are full: temples and egg burgers, tea hills and brick-walled cafes, a girl in green velvet, sandalwood incense, a monk’s woodblock at 4:16 AM. I have written all of it. I have carried it with me, across this country, across this night. Now I close the notebook. I slip it into my bag. I lean back in my seat. Continue reading Night Flight From Guangzhou