And as I’m thinking about it, I forget how I got here or the path I took — though I am almost certainly aware of the path on which my nose takes me, the one of past memories.
And as I’m thinking about it, I forget how I got here or the path I took — though I am almost certainly aware of the path on which my nose takes me, the one of past memories.
Asphalt streets roar. The Dressed-Up emerge and fill the gaps between houses, marching to the nearest crowd — some function. A mass of youthful students often appears, choosing and deciding which path to follow, head often bent, considering which slew of texts to send.
Asphalt streets roar. The Dressed-Up emerge and fill the gaps between houses, marching to the nearest crowd — some function. A mass of youthful students often appears, choosing and deciding which path to follow, head often bent, considering which slew of texts to send.
Being Vietnamese escapes my identity often, in an Americanized world where cultures blend and communities grow increasingly apart. I don’t speak Vietnamese; I was too stubborn to learn. All I know is the food
Being Vietnamese escapes my identity often, in an Americanized world where cultures blend and communities grow increasingly apart. I don’t speak Vietnamese; I was too stubborn to learn. All I know is the food
I zip my pants back up and reorient myself. My chin lifts and my chest puffs out. I shout! “For California, for California, the hills send back the cry!”
I zip my pants back up and reorient myself. My chin lifts and my chest puffs out. I shout! “For California, for California, the hills send back the cry!”