When It Rains, Follow the Water
A hard summer, the Tao Te Ching, less coffee, and four improbable days with Liu Cixin
Year of the Horse, Day Six: The Wizard, The Mussels, and the Captain
Fireworks punched holes in the dark. Gods were fed. Fortune was negotiated in smoke and red paper. Somewhere above the South China Sea, divine accountants stamped our paperwork for the Year of the Horse.
Amos 2, Cyberpunk Chongqing MV and a Spring Festival Album from JRKS
The sea does not care about your schedule. It hits the rocks the same way every morning—patient, stupid, holy, endless—like a drum machine that predates the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I’m at the beach, coffee in […]
When the Muses Knock Again: From Rural Libraries to Cyberpunk Beats
Stories are strange things. You don’t really write them so much as take dictation—if and when they decide you’re willing to listen again.
Leaving Was Not Abandonment
There is an unspoken story that follows people like me when they leave.
Born Clippy and the Art of Coming Back
This summer, I joined a rebellion.
Not with weapons.
With a paperclip.
