The people who walk the brightly lit streets of Taipei gravitate towards the neon jungle like moths to a bedroom lamp, they crave the light.
In Taoyuan the residents move in the rare shadows they find under the neon signs, they crave anonymity and covet the darkness like hungry rats. I prefer rats, they have secrets.
I live on the 19th floor of building 99 in the centre of Taoyuan overlooking the train station and high above the neon forest below. At night the lights on the restaurants, shops, supermarkets and shopping centres buzz like angry wasps and attempt to attract the insects below towards them; but the people of this city have other ideas.
During the day the Filipino, Thai and Indonesian migrant workers huddle around the food vans in the car park of the train station waiting for work. They are the Mexicans here. They laugh, argue, playfight and eat waiting for the sun to set so they can return to their cramped homes and sleep away the hot nights wrapped in an air conditioned blanket.
At night my building transforms from an apartment block into a phallic monument to sex. Three of the lower floors on building 99 are dedicated to brothels.
The brothels here masquerade themselves as sexy karaoke bars or high end gentleman's clubs where one really does have to have a fat wallet if one wishes to participate in the over priced sexual deviance of Taiwan.
The working girls live in my building although I rarely see them, they move at night with the rats, keeping their secrets and lurking in shadows.