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The Gym Is Where My Labor Still Belongs to Me
The Intimacy of Never Speaking Again
The Weight of Wanting
Home is a Moving Target
The first thing I notice when I land in Taipei isn’t the humidity, it’s the English.
Hemming the Divide
Everything I create lives on a screen.
Scars, Sadness, and Soulmates
Healing isn't a prerequisite for love, being human is.
Meaningful Action
wow this is barely comprehensible