I imagine going out during winter like silently going to battle. First you wear a flimsy coat, a little silky scarf and high leather boots in November, acknowledging that it could get chilly but you chill with fashion and dignity. It’s almost December. You decide it’s time for the real winter coat, you know the…
I watched City of Prague Philharmonic orchestra concert and at the part where they played John Williams’s scores, I wanted to write more about Star Wars quickly before the intermission ends. The music that plays when Luke Skywalker got out of his tiny dwelling place and we saw him in the middle of the vastness…
Asia. A photo of an office. Purple sweater, ballet flats and stuffed tigers. Cookies in a jar. Forgotten Economist magazines in the lull of 1:01 pm. Maps taped on the wall, how wonderful and telling. How equally beautiful if not more, those old yellowed rolled-up maps. Were these inherited from the giants who stood before…
Imagine a world where people live each day like it was their last. An ordinary dawn like every other dawn is always the world’s first dawn. An ordinary midnight like the hundred of midnights that passed is always their life’s first midnight. In a world such as this, people are young and free. They have…
This goes to my sister. Last night I heard the fierce wind blew. Brittle twigs fell off from where they thought they proudly stood. The dense downpour didn’t stop while my eyes were tightly shut. They refuse to see anything other than odd puddles of sullied waters with mismatched hues. Discrete but unbounded. And a…
