Story
The Space Between Two People
You pack your life quietly. It fits inside one suitcase. 30 Rock reruns suppress the sounds of your midnight scooting and shuffling. The discovery of your intentions might renew his…
Gonpo’s Library: A Tibetan History Project in McLeod Ganj
Gonpo has a little café in his community library in Mcleod Ganj, the Himalayan town that’s home to the Dalai Lama and the Tibetan government-in-exile. I got a peach iced…
Becoming Noah: Crossplay and the Self I Found
The first time I encountered him, he was kneeling at the water’s edge. A boy, quiet and unsure, soaked in seawater, his eyes filled with something I recognised: longing. I…
The Long Trail
This is a story about unexpectedly meeting a soul mate — one of many we have on this Earth — on a solo thru-hike on Vermont’s Long Trail, nine days…
In Conversation With Ghosts
I am in the shitter. You may disdain my vulgarity when I say this, but you didn’t know my mom and dad, how much gravity they generated – these two…
I Hope I Laugh Forever
I am preoccupied with the way confessions slip through speech. Each utterance must pass through a prism of personhood, refracted by memory, desire, restraint. I have always wrangled with my…
“In the clurb, we all fam”
’Twas my first night in Tokyo. I’d just flown in from Korea, and had only two things on my agenda: Eat delicious food (hard to get wrong), and Check out…
The Air is Shiny
Notes on Language, Self, and Connection I first met Vee when he was in a glass box and I couldn’t figure out how to get inside. I walked by the…
They call us trouble
I was 12 and at a big family gathering in the summer holidays, eating spicy fried fish by a dam. The aunts were in one corner, the uncles in another,…
Voices from Tokyo: Palestine Solidarity in the World’s Biggest City
Japan’s history of struggling with its own dark past and crimes is well-documented. Here in Tokyo, the movement protesting the ongoing genocide in Gaza continues to grow stronger, with many…
In Disguise
“Victoria Station Miss?” I snapped out of my clouded thoughts and quickly responded, “Yes, Victoria station”. It was a rare sunny day in London; the entire city bustled with life.…
Only in Munich do I miss my mother
I place my cup of tea down on the coffee table, careful to put it on a coaster. “Do you want sugar?” Nana shouts from the kitchen, a little louder…