Somewhere in New Kowloon, a child crosses the road unattended.

there are five zones of personal space: public, social, personal, intimate, and close intimate.

I still don’t know what the yellow key is for.

The biggest thing with my music is that I want to be able to tell stories about my experiences. I know I touched on this a little bit, but it really is important for me to have these voices heard.

Being very different propelled me. I was like, “I need to leave because I've never fit in here. I want something more with my life and this predetermined path isn't for me anyway.”

My Lolo can't say an f-word. His accent turns fs into ps. “Good pood” “Pocus on your studies” “Don’t porget your Lola.”

my tongue falls heavy with the weight

of languages i do not speak

when i admit i only know English

to people looking at me expectantly

as if it is a quiz to see how Indian i am.

I vividly remember the haunting image as I walked around a Hindu temple as an adolescent: many visages of the same man, walking up to his birth and death in an endless circle. I find it poignant that one can walk across the world, seeing many faces in others; maybe their face, maybe their mother's.