A magnificent cloud is rolling in over Taipei. I am sitting in the living room of our flat, watching from the tall windows, one whole wall of the flat. Taipei has disappeared and now the cloud is coming towards the hill on which this building is set, engulfing the trees. The world shrinks to sight and sound, the air seems closer. Now it’s reached us; I can feel the clamminess against my face in my throat as I bread. The view from the window is gone, it’s nothing but blank whiteness, nothing outside our flat, all sound deadened.
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