Author: Marshall Jones Jr.

We’re strolling along the sidewalk. It’s getting dark. The crowds are starting to roam the streets. I’ve been in Vientiane now for half a day. The friends I met on the train split up with…

So, what have we learned here? Without sight, it’s scary just to walk around. What if I misjudge the distance to the steps or to the cabinet? What if I step on something sharp or…

David must have a Korean name too (other than “Kim”), but I never asked him about it. He was always just “David Kim” to me. Or just “David.” Or just “buddy.” He introduced me to…