I thought I left this repetitive dream behind in 2018 because since the new year, I haven’t dreamt of it again. Until this morning. The dream always had an old feel to it. Nostalgia, perhaps, in a wretched way that was both a wish for things to have stayed as they were and for things…… Continue reading Repetitive Dreaming
Around my neighborhood, people still hang their laundry on makeshift clothing lines in their backyards. Years ago my dad made a clothing line from a very long bulky chain that goes from one end of the backyard to the other. I don’t know the name for such a product but it closely resembles those weight…… Continue reading Laundry Drying
It’s been quite some time since I’ve stayed in my cousin’s room. Or rather, former room since she no longer lives with her parents. Her old bed has fresh sheets, courtesy of her mom, as I am a guest in the home tonight. I get buzzes of familarity from seeing childhood belongings of hers. Collages…… Continue reading Of Times Past
My earliest memories of watching television was at a time I was having a weird transition in grammar school and learning English. I am native to New York (born and raised), however, at home, my parents spoke to me in mostly Mandarin Chinese so my understanding of English was very sparse in kindergarten and first…… Continue reading Watching Television Shows
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