At the top of a ferris wheel, on the roof of a shopping mall, on a hill overlooking Kaohsiung. It was midday on a Monday. I was the only passenger. This gave me pause. What if they forget I’m on this thing and head out to lunch? Ridiculous, I know. But it triggered a flash bulb succession of disaster movie scenarios in my head, the last of which had me dangling mid-air from a rescue helicopter (the downside of the writer’s imagination; it can be quite inconvenient at times). I’ll never get Dahlia up here, I thought. Not a chance. But the views were spectacular, well worth the heart palpitations and sweaty palms.