1952 Today is my father’s birthday. When my father was eight, my grandmother took him, and only him, from Shanghai to Macau, where they stayed for a time, waiting for the chance to enter Hong Kong. They thought that they were going to have to hide underneath the floorboards of a tiny boat, but what […]
lost fragments [from the months of June and July]: In many ways, I feel that HK is just beginning to open up, that I am just beginning my research. * All of Sunday felt quietly frenetic, the way my body feels when its blood-sugar level is too low, or too high, or when I’ve had too […]
It begins with the words the relationship between body and landscape. Also included are: heart, nighttime escalators, green hills (you knew this), how walking is keenly felt, anticipate, and gingerly.