At a Nunnery in Dali

I remember Dali by its steps. On that Wednesday, we climbed and climbed. At eleven in the morning, we stood at the bottom of the Cang Shan (苍山), the sacred mountain that’s the backdrop to Dali — a land as surrealist as its name. Our destination? A Buddhist nunnery called Ji Zhao An (寂照庵), sometimes … Continue reading At a Nunnery in Dali

Oh, Cairo

Returning from Cairo, Egypt is like waking up from some hot, hazy dream. These first few days after spring break I fall asleep each night as though I'm drugged. My skin feels like papyrus, my eyes are always heavy. There is a residual kiss of the city on my forearm — dark brown tendrils, an … Continue reading Oh, Cairo