nyc transplant, canadian soul. sporadic brushstrokes, occasional penmanship, continuous wandering.
things you can do with a fancy new macbook laptop made in the last 3 years:
I don’t abandon my babies until they’re ready
things I can do with a fancy new macbook:
change is good, sometimes.
But I’ve got high hopes, it takes me back to when we started
High hopes, when you let it go, go out and start again
High hopes, oh, when it all comes to an end
Now the world keeps spinning
Yeah, the world keeps spinning around
On a train that has just begun to move, it seems it is the platform that drifts away instead. Above ground, the pavement crawls away from beneath motionless feet, dragging with it strangers, and friends, and their shadows, and days, and years, and the shadows of years. It’s the last exhales of the summer heat mixed with fingers of suspended rain, a blistering dampness poured like wet resin between the streets giving grotesque forms to old footprints. In the sluggish sun, old thoughts grab at ankles and muffle breath and blind eyes and halt steps.
But the river rush always returns to jolt the moving train, reminding inattentive passengers that it is they who are lurching forward in the dark, leaving behind platforms and shadows and fresh notches in some abstract time.
5 nice things about myself…
Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag [ten] friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.In no particular order, and just a selection:
serious asian problems: trying to figure out what to feed your sister’s non-asian friends when they stay for dinner