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Before the trip, his expectations were simple: see the maple leaves, eat some ramen, and haul back the appliances on his tax-free list. What actually left him standing frozen in front of a shelf was that drugstore on the third night. An entire wall of products, all with roughly the same words printed on the packaging—some said "lasting," some said "vitality," some showed nothing but a kanji character he couldn't read—and the prices ranged from a few hundred yen to several thousand. He took two photos, sent them to a friend from the hotel, and the friend replied with just one line: What problem are you actually trying to solve?

That question annoyed him a little, but it also hit the point. He had assumed he was "picking the more effective one," only to realize later that the things on that shelf didn't even belong in the same category. Some were topical applications, some were oral table...

When Yating handed her boyfriend's phone back, the screen was still lit. She had only meant to look up the address of the restaurant for tomorrow's dinner gathering, but her finger slipped, and a string of characters sat there in the search history. She recognized those three characters, but she wasn't sure she was supposed to recognize them. The TV in the living room was still playing a shopping channel, and the host was shouting about a buy-one-get-one deal. Suddenly, the volume felt a little too loud.

Ahong came out of the bathroom, his hair still dripping. He saw her sitting on the edge of the sofa, the phone placed dead center on the coffee table, like some piece of evidence. He froze for a moment, then asked her what was wrong. Yating had rehearsed several ways to say it, but in the end all she managed was: Have you been looking something up lately? Ahong stopped drying his hair a...

At the duty-free shop in Naha Airport, Okinawa, Chen Bo-yu stood in front of a whole row of brightly colored boxes, lifting his phone and putting it down, then lifting it again. His wife, Lin Yu-ting, was nearby in the souvenir section picking out red sweet potato tarts. She glanced back at him but said nothing. That trip was their sixth wedding anniversary gift—four days and three nights, with a loose itinerary: walks by the sea, ramen, strolling through Kokusai Street. On the last day, in a drugstore, Bo-yu finally put one of the boxes into his shopping basket. He checked out quickly, as if afraid someone might see.

After returning to Taiwan, that box was shoved into the top shelf of the bathroom mirror cabinet, next to cold medicine and bandages. Yu-ting found it while looking for saline solution. She didn't ask right away. Instead, she took the box out and looked at it for a long ti...

The weekend Ajie got back from Kansai, he spread his suitcase open on the living room floor. Besides a few boxes of souvenirs, it was stuffed with three or four boxes of health products he'd grabbed on a whim at a drugstore. He'd only been curious at first—the same shelf had rows of labels packed with tiny print, packaging in colors brighter than the next, some saying "long-lasting," some saying "moisturizing," with prices ranging from a few hundred yen to over a thousand. He stood there looking for over ten minutes and in the end only picked one box. But after returning to Taiwan, the more he thought about it, the more something felt off: what exactly had he bought, and how was it different from everything else on that shelf?

When Ajie's girlfriend Xiaoqing got home from work, she saw the box sitting on the dining table with a handwritten note he'd scribbled beside it. She didn't immed...

In their seventh year together, Yating had never had any particular rules about Zhenghao's phone. That day, she was just borrowing it to check a store's opening hours. Halfway through typing, a few past searches popped up under the search bar, and one of them read 必利吉. She froze for a few seconds. She didn't tap on it, didn't put the phone down and demand an explanation—she just quietly filed those three characters away in her mind, finished typing the store name she'd meant to look up, and acted as if nothing had happened.

The next two days, she wasn't really at peace. Not because of those three characters themselves, but because she didn't know how to bring it up. She was afraid that the moment she asked, it would turn into checking up on him, and afraid Zhenghao would feel suspected. What she feared even more was that if he really was taking something of unk...

Chen Yanting was the kind of person who treated his suitcase like a second wardrobe. He spent two hundred days a year in the air, and he could sketch the layout of a hotel room with his eyes closed: a small desk by the bed, a yellowish lamp on the desk, and under the lamp, always a laptop and a half-empty bottle of sparkling water. On the tenth night, as usual, he slid the key card in, took off his shoes, and started a video call. On the other end was his wife, Lin Qiaoxin, with the kitchen behind her, the range hood still humming.

"What time did you get back to your room today?" she asked. "I don't know. It was past nine by the time the meeting ended." "Last time you also said past nine, and you didn't call until eleven." "That was different. Last time I was having dinner with a client." "It's always different."

This conversation had played out in their home many times, like a loop wi...

Let me answer the question people ask me most often in private: when you're away on a business trip, alone and unable to sleep in the middle of the night, and you want to look up information about men's health supplements, how do you search without ending up more confused the more you look? The answer isn't finding the page that's "cheapest" or "most people say works." It's first figuring out what category of thing you're actually searching for, and then deciding whether that information can even be used to make a judgment. Most people get stuck because they treat search results as answers, without realizing they haven't even defined the question clearly yet.

I work at a company that does equipment maintenance, and I spend nearly a third of the year away from home. Hotel rooms all look about the same: a bed, a bedside lamp, a TV, and a chair no one ever sits in. During the day I'm chase...

The water dispenser in the break room was leaking again. Ah-Hong crouched on the floor, pressing a rag against the puddle, when he suddenly blurted out, "Has anyone here ever heard of that stuff called tengsu?" Chih-Ming, who was waiting for the hot water, flinched so hard he nearly crushed his paper cup. He asked what kind of mysterious little box that was supposed to be. Kuan-Ting, fresh out of the military, looked up from his phone and said his college roommate had what looked like a box of it in his drawer—all in Japanese, nobody could read it, and in the end it got used to prop up instant noodles. The three of them cracked up. But after the laughing stopped, none of them could actually say what it was. All that was left was a shrug and a "I think it's for keeping healthy, right?" before they each carried their cups back to their desks.

Ah-Hong is forty-three, a father of two, and h...

Ade pushed his laptop to the center of the dining table. On the screen was a row of tabs. He didn't say anything—he just tapped the trackpad with his finger, as if waiting for someone else to speak first. Sitting across from him, Ajin put down her spoon and asked what exactly he was looking for. He said that these past few days, whenever he had a spare moment, he'd type the same sentence into the search bar, swapping a few words here, adding a few terms there, and the results that popped up felt more and more unfamiliar each time.

What confused him most wasn't that he couldn't find anything—it was that he found too much. Some pages looked like shopping sites, some like forums, and some had titles packed to the brim, but when you clicked in, there were only a few lines of text and a form. He'd assumed that scrolling through a few more pages would make things clear, but then he realized e...

When A-Zhi turned his laptop around, the screen's glow landed right on his troubled face. His girlfriend Xiao Fan took one look—the entire page was variations of the same sentence, just with different words tacked on the end: reviews, experiences, cheap, in stock, free shipping. She said, you've asked the same question thirty times, no wonder it gets messier the more you ask. A-Zhi said, how am I messy? I'm being serious. Xiao Fan said, being serious and being effective are two different things.

It all started two weeks ago. A-Zhi saw someone share a screenshot in a group chat, saying some product was really popular lately, and he saved it without thinking much. The next day he opened the search bar to figure out what it actually was, and the pages that popped up got more enthusiastic one after another—some were long and flowery, some had empty ingredient lists, and some were just one s...