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2015 durban / george; SA
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2015 - 2016
三(山)月
Interlaken
春光
"...whatever your lot was, that was your lot" —Emma Quon
Another day spent in Chinatown chatting with J about what it means to be Chinese Malaysian/Singaporean here in Vancouver. Then it caught my eye—that peach pink 囍 on eggshell paper—a little book on the back wall.
Purchased from the former Ho Sun Hing Printing co. (two days before it closed its doors for good), the 囍 paper opened to Eight Ounces Half a Pound, "consider[ing] local histories of racialised labour that have been silenced or overwritten through time".
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2015 年1月19日
Perhaps it didn't quite feel like the new year had started because there really is no such thing. A day in January is just as arbitrary as in February as in December. Save for a few important dates set aside to remember special moments, every day is a new day, each one leading to the next.
I spent this weekend up in the clouds at Camp Stillwood, overlooking Cultus Lake. It poured like it does back home, the beating rain drumming a rhythmic lullaby I know so well. Lichen thrive here, so much so they're falling off branches, dotting paths with alien flowers.
It was here that I was reminded what time it is, where I am and who I am.
I am beloved sojourner. Homeward bound.
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