A Letter to Wilde

November 30, 2018 (or you would write it 30 November 2018) Dear Mr. Wilde, or whoever is reading this, First of all, I’m 24 and definitely old enough to understand and believe that there’s not necessarily an afterlife. However, it feels only fitting to address the person in the grave. You were not a perfectContinue reading “A Letter to Wilde”

First Impressions of Paris: August 2018

8/30/2018 Paris, I almost can’t bring myself to participate. It’s a different exploration than China: I feel even less sure. In China the “fuck it” moments mean more: they’re shrouded completely in the unknown, in the breaking down of stereotypes, in the safety of being a laowai. I learn more. I’m open to more. I’mContinue reading “First Impressions of Paris: August 2018”