I like to pray. Not often and regularly, but when I feel like it. I pray whenever I need to find something, like a textbook that I’ve thrown into the...
Sleep is supposed to call when you have time to spare. For me, it comes climbing through my window instead, never mind that I live on the sixteenth floor or...
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.