However distant and isolated we feel, we remind each other to remember to breathe.

I have this reoccurring dream, where I run into my grandma while taking a walk. I’m missing the reunions we could have had this year, and looking at this separateness with bitter-sweet intention.

“Safe spaces were never granted to the marginalized. There’s no freedom without fighting.”

Letting go of certain past memories is bittersweet, comical, and inevitable all at the same time.

Finding the soundtracks that have been there all along, making room for new sounds.

I’m searching for the right person who can help me go through all this confusion.

I’ve become so sophisticated from maxing out on the benefits of staying home, there’s juuust one side effect.

What happens when you try to be productive even though you can’t.

Baopu shares a little reminder to relax during a stressful time.

I could always try harder to fight the urge of conforming to the path of least resistance.

I don’t want my life before America to become abstract, but the distance in space and time makes some loss inevitable.