I used to think Miami was a kind of carbon copy of Havana. But I was wrong. We are not a copy, but a conversation.
We spent hours, whole evenings, whole weekends, absorbed in ‘World of Warcraft.’
The land that was previously seen as harsh and brutal by colonial forces was actually a site of survival, new life, and renewal.
Was my rejection of the durian, Southeast Asia’s King of Fruits, a betrayal of my cultural identity, of my life in Singapore?
We don’t crave the things we’re close to, even if they’ve shaped us into who we are.
The taste of silence and salt heavy on my tongue.
Each time I contend with the reality of another month—season, year—apart from extended family, I drive my ennui to Namaste Plaza.
Their choice is between what is unearned and what’s been hard-won. What would you choose?
I knew about Matt’s legacy, but I didn’t know much about his life.
If one can dream up a better future for humanity or for whatever species humans evolve into, why replicate the past?