Apr 24, 2025
Flowers (and one leaf)
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Flowers (and one leaf)
Small Beauty by Jia Qing Wilson-Yang
Coping with the death of her cousin, Mei abandons her life in the city to live in his now empty house in a small town. There she connects with his history as well as her own, learns about her aunt's long-term secret relationship, and reflects on the trans women she has left behind.
Small Beauty explores the protagonist's transness, but it also tenderly yet bitterly unpacks her experiences as a mixed-race person of Chinese descent, cycles of death and loss, and queer and intergenerational community. Small Beauty wanders through isolation, and then breaks it.
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"Although other animals may be different from us, this does not make them less than us." - Marc Bekoff
Small life (1/3)
15.06.2020, Deva, Hunedoara, Romania
There is beauty in fitting in the tightest galaxy spiral
the box of the conductor’s baton when the instruments hush
to a vibrant pianissimo
there is beauty in not exploding like a sunrise
but being encapsulated in the gentle swell of birdsong
whispers and subtle smiles and freckles you don’t notice until you’re eye-to-eye
every piece of beauty does not need to be a declaration
you do not have to postulate your worthiness,
bombastically exuberant in your joy;
simply exist in the quiet and the tender morning light
Some of my most recent (and most anticipated) purchases from work. Two non-fiction and one fiction. I cannot wait for all of these.
‘As soon as you ask the question, Who loves me? You are completely screwed, because the next question is How Much? And then it’s hundreds of hours later, and you are still hunched over your flowcharts and abacus, trying to decide if you have gotten enough. This is the loneliest job in the world: to be an accountant of the heart.’
Little beauties;
People going on their way in a train station
Matcha latte
Banana and honey on toast
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