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In 2006 I met a remarkable 90-year-old woman in Hong Kong. She was a Chinese herbalist who once worked in the Kowloon Walled City — the infamous, anomalous zone of Hong Kong where no government actually ruled, with all the possibility and danger this might imply in such a context, and where life was a [...]

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As a teenager, did you ever have a wild, wild crush on somebody, a person whom you put on a ridiculous pedestal and transformed into a perfect, fetishised object who occupied all your waking thoughts? And did you ever have a conversation with them that didn’t add up? Perhaps they misremembered an incident — its [...]

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