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Sunday at Dolphin Mall
THERES A SHOO TING. WE R HIDING IN BACK OF A STORE Then I heard dad somewhere, in the open silence. “Ari! Where is my daughter?”
No More ‘Beef With Rice’
When I left for Sichuan, China, the last thing I expected was to end up in an obscure hotel, splayed out on a cold marble floor outside a stranger’s room,…
Dirty Knickers
I am plagued by dirty knickers. Not those lingering in the washing basket for weeks because you’ve had “no time” to do the laundry, nor the pair you’re wearing to…
A Cat Lady in Tokyo
Traditionally, being a cat lady means living in a house that always smells of Fancy Feast tinned food and not owning a single piece of clothing devoid of faux fur.…
The One You Are Waiting For Will Not Come
“The one you are waiting for will not come.” I read the fortune over and over. I am not superstitious. I am not waiting for anyone. And still, I’m crying…
Loving the Grave Not Yet Dug
A sweat-slicked, overworked deli woman stands before me, arm extended with the weight of poverty and its favourite mystery meat – Devon. With sunken eyes and a tired smile, I…
Bloody Lips and Bullet Trains: Why I Travel for Music
Tasting blood and covered in the sweat of those surrounding me, I delicately extracted myself from being stuck between the legs of my favourite singer. The crowd was pulling him…
Winter Eggs
We wake in a pile of butter-yellow blankets beside a dying fire: me and three dark heads of hair. The world outside is a snowglobe – a beautiful rarity in…
On my last night in Dublin, I watched the city burn
Is that smoke? It took me a moment to orient myself. The questionable mix of cider and Guinness hummed gently throughout my body. I felt a few beats behind the…
The Dream Factory: Dismantling My Disney Adulthood
It’s the most miserable day on earth, six degrees and pouring rain, and I am standing umbrella-less in an hours-long queue to get into Tokyo Disney. I had this ticket…
Untethered
I prepare for Tokyo by quitting vapes. One week until departure, and I’ve not bought a single item on my list. I’m a zombie, moving through life in a cloud…
傘おばけ / The Ghost of My Umbrellas
The night I lost umbrella number one, I tried stingray for the first time – ordered for me by my enthusiastic dining companions: a group of women who all work…