Essays, observations + reflections

On Synchronicity

It was April Fools' Day, 2013, and I was riding an energy high propped up by the cache of Focalin XR pills which I ingested directly from a plastic orange bottle which

Who Started The Fire?

Last Thursday was weird. In the afternoon I found myself outstretched on the couch, my face propped on my hand which dangled sideways above my elbow which dug into the meat of my

The "Un"-ness of Home

“That’s so un-Taiwanese,” my sister said, shaking her head and sticking her tongue out. My cheeks quivered as I smiled back; I hoped she hadn’t seen me wince through the grainy façade of our video call.