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Prayer Flags - Tianmen Mountain by Alex Berger

A CHINESE MECHA HORROR DISASTER! As climate change melts the world, elite armoured warriors secure the borders of the motherland, patrolling ever-expanding deserts in the name of national security. At what cost to themselves? Find out in DAY OF THE SLUG!

editing my novel, which is a horror story set in the new territories in Hong Kong, while living in the new territories is really difficult - keep finding cool new places I have to resist shoving into my existing draft. is very helpful for being more authentic though - which as a white guy I think is the least I could bother to do

Lau Fau Shan fishing village, at the edge of Hong Kong's New Territories, where you can see the Shenzhen skyline from the sea

Tin Hau Temple, Yau Ma Tei

Not sure if the "Thank you, Africa" part or the "heroic 16 inches penises" part is my favorite.

several years ago I had a terrible relationship-destroying row with a person I cared about very much and for some reason I had the poster for "Dunston Checks In" as my phone wallpaper so every time I looked at my phone in that soul-shattering evening I saw this fuckin ape looking at me while riding a suitcase

the old hellsite is dying. the new hellsite struggles to be born: now is the time of posters

several paintings from Chinese artist Hu Ming: National Treasure, The way you make me feel, Golden Time, Dumplings

this sign is outside kotoku-in in Kamakura, and I took this picture after a solid day of walking around town trying to find the monastery and its famous Amitabha statue like a moron. by the time I got there it was late at night and the monastery was closed. but I felt fine about that: it was a good lesson in how buddha-images are just images, and all the feelings I'd invested in a statue were just feelings. so I felt I'd learned something. also they were selling popcorn cup shaped like the Buddha's head outside and that sure was something.

In the dying days of Japan’s Heian period, as the country starves and the corrupt court rots from within, two nobodies – a peasant girl without even a name and a bandit disguised as a Buddhist priest, attempt to steal treasure from the house of an old noble family…but the Hashimoto Estate is no ordinary house, and the family that lives within no ordinary family

not finishing a novel means it remains pristine in your imagination, like someone beautiful you saw on the bus once. finishing a novel means you have to edit it and then submit it places and get rejected and keep on going through the shit parts because you love it. just like a relationship.

yesterday in Hong Kong

Does a dog have Buddha nature?