Overabundance
Today the Chinese Visa Office in San Francisco is as delightful as usual, snug on a corner in Japantown. After the commerce has been transacted, and the chatting done with the Russian immigrant security guard, I exit. Here the sunlight splashes down on a California day, and the nice Falun Gong lady just outside smiles, her back to the drawings of vivisections and the obligatory … Continue reading Overabundance