Analog Grace: The Redemption of the Bamboo River
I have descended from the neon-soaked spires of Sector 7, trading my
The Last Ticket Home to Yesterday
The ferry didn't run on electricity, only the quiet hum
The Warmth of a Paper Lantern in the Cold City Night
Everyone says I look approachable, all smiles and silk. They're
The River's Gentle Embrace: A Memory Woven in Gold
I turned back just as the bamboo raft drifted away from the
The Humid Scent of Bamboo on a Rain-Slicked Boardwalk
I stopped and turned, letting the humid mountain air cling to my
The High-Probability Variable: A Calculation of Warmth
I stood on the wooden platform, a calculated variable in an infinite
The Architecture of a Golden Afternoon
I stand beneath the painted gaze of celestial dancers, a structure built
The Hourglass Bleeds White Silk into the Lotus Void
I raised my arm and time began to liquify, dripping from the
The Alchemy of Stillness
They told me that solitude is just loneliness in disguise, a hollow
The Geometry of Warmth at 3000 Meters
We fled the city's grey geometry to find where the
The Geometry of a Green Afternoon
I mapped the distance between us not in meters, but in pleats.
The Glass Altar of Clouds
The floor beneath my bare feet is a pane of ice and
