This is actually the first part of an ancient saying from one of the most famous Chinese philosophers, Mengzi. The rest of the sentence is talking about how Heaven would...
Plush doll, weaving, sculpture, a running water tap, splinter, Bodhisattva, tank top, saltwater, a pink sun, neck pain, ornitophobia, eyes, the fear of height is pessimistic in nature...
How do we travel far, to Athens, to London, to Tokyo, and find ourselves nearer to Hong Kong? How do we discover our languages Chinese and English pulling us together in a time of growing division? How do slowness and nearness inside the maze of creative writing and revisions bring us closer to accuracy and history than expected? Along for the ride, this year of melancholy looks inward with us, asking more of us creatively than ever before.