Lately, I have had trouble sleeping. I always have trouble sleeping, of course, but it is usually the result of some emotional pain that I create for myself. But, right now, I have trouble sleeping because I live in a place that has a cockroach infestation. I see cockroaches littered throughout my room during the […]Read more "fear of the walls"
It is the city that never sleeps except on Tuesday morning at 7:34 AM in the F train heading towards Manhattan. Every Tuesday morning, when my train passes through the station, I think about jumping in front of it. I would inch as close as I can get within the yellow line, and I would […]Read more "my commute"
I just sat in on a meeting for one hour recapping this past week’s sales. There is plenty of interesting information going around. I would sometimes scribble a note in if I hear something especially provocative. The notebook that I had received during my first day is filled with such scribbles. But, for the most […]Read more "paid to exist"
I don’t know why I have had watermelon for dinner for the past four days. You cannot go wrong with watermelon for dinner in the same way that you can go wrong in life. Since I have gone wrong in life, I return to watermelon for dinner for a sense of coherence. Watermelon has been […]Read more "watermelon for dinner"
My thesis adviser asked me, “What is the motivation for people to read?” I did not think very long. “Catharsis,” I replied. “People want to feel better. Or, I guess with happier books, some people want escape their current reality.” I spoke as if it were truth. I never quite understood why some writers would […]Read more "therapy writing"
My patio. Oh, my patio. My beautiful, beautiful patio. It was the patio in which I wanted to drink wine and read Sylvia Plath. It was the patio in which I did not actually drink wine and read Sylvia Plath. Sylvia Plath, from what I realize within the first couple of poems that I have […]Read more "my patio"
My parents sent me a short message on WeChat: “Can you call?” Immediately, I knew that they had found out about my tattoo. We had spoken on the phone only a couple of days before, and my parents would never want to speak with me deliberately unless something was up. And, thinking back on the […]Read more "familial values and familial love"