You drove me through the province for hours. We exchanged as many words as we could and wished to, that is to say — very few. The Springtime weather was mild, a little rainy at times. Around mid-afternoon, we stopped at a small mountain village. You seemed...

Dear, I will begin to tell the story. I came to Shanghai for the first time in November 2004. This was the place where I learned to wear red. A light blood red, warm and cheerful, with the soft sheen of Thai silk around my neck. Today I cut my hair. Yes,...