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26 septembre 2025 ·
Dear Old Humans, I am writing to you from a world vastlydifferent from yours. I am a “new human...
26 septembre 2025 ·
The distance between memory and I isnot length but texture, a surface I keep mistaking for...
26 septembre 2025
Death is what Shi Tiesheng called “a matter not to be rushed, an inevitable festival that will ...
26 septembre 2025 ·
When I was in elementary school, a boy in my class decided he was in love with me. ...
26 septembre 2025 ·
There is a girl who is told to play basketball, cut her hair, and learn notto be so punctilious...
21 août 2025 ·
A Winter Noon A winter noon. I watch the leaves – wearing their yellow costume, flying down...
21 août 2025 ·
Ink Remembers These pages were fragile, the handwriting a relic of a different life. Yet,...
21 août 2025 ·
外公,I Never Knew You I lingered too long in dreams— unlearned the grammar of Zhu...
21 août 2025 ·
3 juin 2025 ·
We don’t say love every time we mean it— sometimes it’s coffee left warm on the counter, a...
3 juin 2025 ·
It’s in your touch, the way you stay, The little things you never say. A quiet glance, a hand...
3 juin 2025 ·
I’d never held a hockey stick before moving to Vancouver. Back home, basketball ruled, but here,...
3 juin 2025 ·
Have you ever watched a movie? One of those movies where the credits roll and a somber tune...
3 juin 2025 ·
A Touch, Yet Not A Touch I gaze through the light of life, Probing the fire of desire. ...
3 juin 2025 ·
Foundational makeup to soften your gaze, brushed in the hush of yearning’s touch, close your...
3 juin 2025 ·
She painted a self-portrait of her holding a pizza. It was leaned against an easel on the...
3 juin 2025 ·
In times of solitude, loneliness, overwhelming, or even connection, I have always imagined...
21 février 2025 ·
Rupert and Albert stood between The Coffee Shop With No Sugar and The Coffee Shop With No Cream,...
21 février 2025 ·
暮光暗淡下去了, 黑夜拉开我舞台的帷幕，亮起的霓虹灯是我的迪斯科球，我沿着街道舞动， 踏着脚下飞升的红色塑料袋，一跃直到屋顶。 屋顶的砖瓦在我的舞步下咔啦咔啦地响起，下方星...
21 février 2025 ·
I don’t remember learning to ride the bike. I wish I did. I wish I could recall my father’s...