I feel I've always been writing about self-identity. How do we become who we are? So I'm just writing from experience what's concerned me.

...we were like two people standing apart on separate mountain peaks, recklessly leaning forward to throw stones at one another, unaware of the dangerous chasm that separated us.

I let one thing result from another. Of course, all of it could have been just loosely connected coincidences. And whether that's true or not, I know the intention was there. Becasue when I want something to happen-or not happen- I begin to look at all events and all things as relevant, an opportunity to take or avoid.

Your life is what you see in front of you. -An-mei

That was how dishonesty and betrayal started, not in big lies but in small secrets.

I always thought it mattered, to know what is the worst possible thing that can happen to you, to know how you can avoid it, to not be drawn by the magic of the unspeakable.

With hope, a mind is always free.