Beerfest later today. Supposed to be rivers of piss. No real bathrooms, only troughs that overflow inside tents. Maria and Preston have told stories about people left face down in the road after only a few beers. Some of the Eastern teachers are going today too. They don't really drink. They don't handle it well. It's currently eighty-four degrees out, too hot, some say, to be out with beer. Disagree.
Being in China is hard lately. Seems like a long time since a conversation made sense. What feeling now? Not loneliness. The opposite of that. Strange feeling.
Thing currently most missed: writing for hours at a diner during winter, refills on their way.