the home of glare

(a story in senryu stanzas) I get migraines. - lucky me - glare can set me off within seconds. I always have a pair of dark, polarized shades with me - it’s a quirk. When I was fourteen, we lived in Shenzhen, China very near Macau. Macau, China, the “Las Vegas” of Asia, is the home of glare. The Ritz-Carlton, has a glittering galaxy of bright chandeliers. Those chandeliers move, their silhouettes change shape - just stab me with a spork. Did I mention the Mirrors? Every wall served to magnify the light. “You look awful,” my mom said - our two week booking became ten minutes. “I just need sunnies, those would work,” *then I gasped* “I’ll look glamorous!” We changed hotels, but what a small world - my roommate Leong grew up there. We could have passed in the yè shì as teenagers and now we're roommates. . . sunnies = sunglasses (UK slang) yè shì = night market (simplified Chinese)