来,吃饭 (Come, eat)

day seven: heritageis your grandmother giving you all her jade pieces, so she can buy one that’s greener than the one she’s got; is sharing recipes with no details – agar-agar* can already; is hearing about her childhood stories for the 57th time and it still amazes you; is one day inheriting her collection of… Continue reading 来,吃饭 (Come, eat)

The Bridge as a Threshold

2 days in, and already I feel like I’ve been in Brisbane for a while now. In fact, there’s a familiarity to this city, as if I’ve lived here before. But I’ve only actually been here once, for three weeks. I am staying at a friend’s place in West End. And so, commuting to the… Continue reading The Bridge as a Threshold