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April couldn’t forget what she has seen. She suspects if that was a dream or not. Dream won’t...

My relationship with sleep is a long and drawn-out tug-of-war. Sometimes, it is as generous as...

Tin Man I’ve seen my sister’s face light up, when she goes on and on about Borges or...

Second Body She followed me before I knew her name. Same face, same breathing, a step...

clutched within I used to pray to deprave myself of solitude but it keeps on wrapping...

The pigeons on the air conditioner outdoor unit outside the window fly back and forth, as if they...

曾几何时，我与孤独的关系，像一场无声的战争。它来时，总是携带着暮色与清冷，是喧嚣派对后陡然沉寂的耳鸣，是人声鼎沸中无人应答的失语。那时的我，将孤独视为一种需要被填满的虚空，一种亟待驱散的寒意。我...

Air is a word that tastes rough. Swallowing too much air is similar to gulping small frictions....

For years, I have craved solitude—not out of avoidance, but because I have long understood that...

I’m fascinated by SPQR, especially the final days of the Republic, and I have a dark red shirt...

To hear the whistle of the wind, woody aromas bring on oceanic scents of the past, I smell...

Zenith arrives spotlighting the grass that shattered bright streaming light into the yellow...

I lay across his eyes, leaning behind to see the fluidity across his skin- sub-health’s pale,...

Dear Old Humans, I am writing to you from a world vastlydifferent from yours. I am a “new human...

The distance between memory and I isnot length but texture, a surface I keep mistaking for...

Death is what Shi Tiesheng called “a matter not to be rushed, an inevitable festival that will ...

When I was in elementary school, a boy in my class decided he was in love with me. ...

There is a girl who is told to play basketball, cut her hair, and learn notto be so punctilious...

A Winter Noon A winter noon. I watch the leaves – wearing their yellow costume, flying down...

Ink Remembers These pages were fragile, the handwriting a relic of a different life. Yet,...