Camila + Haruki

You Were A Deluxe Veggie Meal (at the Po Lin Monastery)

We spent the whole summer in Hong Kong shagging, eating, and reading (which sounds like a shit memoir title, I know).  We essentially embraced the very primitivism we’d deconstructed in grad school, finding Eros in subversion.  Sometimes, we read Sade together using a group EMOS reader and tore the e-pages out virtually, chewing the digital words slowly as we undressed underneath the egg tart moon.  Other times, we watched the accelerating asteroid on SFC2, which showed simulations of Bad Boy plummeting to earth (so we could visualize our own death like some barmy death cult).  The fact that we would all die soon seemed so abstract and absurd and unfair.  Death was a hard theory to accept, so we took day trips every week to see the giant Buddha on Lantau Island and sneak peaks inside the Po Lin Monastery before eating their scrummy deluxe vegetarian lunch and listening to Downtown Jupiter.  It was oddly comforting seeing the Buddha’s equanimity and eating monk food in the midst of so much bloody chaos and Doomsday.