Placing on writers the responsibility to represent a culture is an onerous burden.

All objects exist in a moment of time.

I felt foolish and tired, as if I had been running to escape someone chasing me, only to look behind to discover there was no one there.

It means we're looking one way, while following another. We're for one side and also the other. We mean what we say, but our intentions are different.

And then she had to fill out so many forms she forgot why she had come and what she had left behind.

My mother had a look on her face that I'll never forget. It was one of complete despair and horror, for losing Bing, for being so foolish as to think she could use faith to change fate.

But now that I am old, moving every year closer to the end of my life, I also feel closer to the beginning. And I remember everything that happened that day becasue it has happened many times in my life. The same innocence, trust, and restlessness; the wonder, fear, and lonliness. How I lost myself. I remember all these things. And tonight, on the fifteenth day of the eighth moon, I also remember what I asked the Moon Lady so long ago. I wished to be found.