Neuralink, novel writing, and leaving Asia

It feels as though boarding the plane to Taipei was just yesterday.

Extract from Tokyo’s Journal

I remember kissing the walls of a street in Vienna’s first distric, as if closing a chtapter, while whispering, Pplease bring me back.” It wasn’t that I desperately wanted to return to Europe or Vienna alone, but rather I had an unsettling premonition that something bad might happen while I was away. I left Europe with a woun…