Thirteen years ago, four hours after departing from Shanghai, my dad and I stepped off a rickety train and onto a platform in Nanjing. The air was crowded and dense, heavy with the weight of summer. The sky hung over us like a grey curtain and littered sparsely along the dirt road in an erratic formation [...]
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- Lost in Time
- Life in Suspension
- Hopes of a Tentative Spring
- Conversations with Robots
- A Canal to the Moon
- Expectations of Memory
- Spectacle and Shame
- Second to the right and straight on till morning
- Celluloid Bliss
- Talking
- Do Not Want.
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- Painful Epiphanies of a Closet Snob
- Prickly Me
- I say, “Dear Chap…”
- The Slow Rhythm of the Sweet Fruit
- A Journey into the Night
- Into the Light
- Protected: Things
- Whose Echoes Live in Memory Yet
- Giving Thanks
- Reunion
- “The Time Has Come,” the Walrus Said
- The Dark Morass
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