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The interior of a classic car, with a big steering wheel and analog dials.

On Black Decadence

Every year after, I never forgot what my father said. This is for us. This is for us. This is for us.


Trees line a dirt path

Connecting with My Uncle on LinkedIn

The two pages that summarized three decades of Uncle Amor’s work experience had tattered edges, a yellow tint, and the smell of old printer ink. It was the only testament to the career he had left behind in the Philippines.


An Asian man and woman sit in the back seat of a car, looking over their shoulders, out the window

The Long Tail

My parents speak fluent English, and my Taiwanese is pretty well close to fluent, but some things cannot be communicated.