Category: Fiction

The surveillance video showed her at 2:45 PM in the lobby of the Moscone South Conference Center, sitting on a bench, her face in her hands, sobbing.

When retelling the story at meetings or parties, I often throw in a few twists and white lies.

Will I be front story news? Will they make me look like a reckless fool, one of those crazy daredevil tourists? Just to satisfy and entertain their readers, so they can feel superior?

“Excuse me, Professor Tsing? I’m really sorry to bother you, but could I ask you a quick question…” Feigned politeness. Smug self-importance disguised as intellectual curiosity and deference.