Since 2012, I’ve kept journals chronicling my travels in the U.S.A and abroad. This practice of on-the-go observation formed the basis of my style: detached, unsentimental, but not cold. I like to incorporate moments of poetic improvisation to help paint pictures in peoples’ heads.
I view writing as an art form that can be a reprieve from morality– to look without fear, to write what I see and feel with an unflinching pen. Nothing sacred, nothing boring. Dwelling in contradictions. My work is primarily about limitations; limitations of fear, the body, love, class, money, and geography.
It is tough, I think, to be a sensitive person in America. I want my voice to offer kinship to those who feel a similar sense of exasperation and bewilderment.
I keep a journal when I travel. These essays are an attempt to translate rough journal entries into coherent tales of adventure. Names are changed to protect identities.
- Chinese New Year in Akha Village
- Chiang Dao (Part II)
- Chiang Dao (Part I)
- Pai (Part II)
- Pai (Part I)
- Chiang Mai
- Orange County
Realities outside my own are explored in short stories.