Merely going from the sticks to somewhere with more people, better restaurants, and less of a commute to the only decent bookstore on the island. I live in Taipei as it were.
I, for one, will be sorry to see Mr. He leave.
Some of my most grand times were to be found in his company, up on that peak.
But, alas, time is a fuse, short, and burning fast.
We are all moving on, it seems to be the time.
The Great Dane to Taipei, and this sour bohemian to some place that is one ladder less closer to Hades.
Se dig på den anden side, kammerat!
