How was your day?
I ask wearily. The stress
of the last 2 months
has accumulated,
making it difficult for
me to breathe.
It lurks behind my visage
like an ancient dance performed
around a fire,
yet it is something
that is NOT to be
revealed. He says,
"It was okay." Then
we monotonously
talk about the
Capitol riots, the spa
shootings, the anti-Asian
hatred that has crept across
the land, searing the
conscience of the people.
We then jump over to planning
to go to the immersive
Van Gogh exhibit -
the same one as in Paris -
and talk about its LED lights,
the mirrors
reflecting the lights, the
walls of Lights -
something to make me
happy.
"So much has happened the
last few months, since the last
time I saw you," I say.
I have been here, there
everywhere. Yet nowhere
that feels like home.
My side-long glance
reveals everything
about my state of mind.
I smile for you, desperately
trying to make everything
okay, to redeem everything,
to create meaning out of
ashes. But it feels like I'm
grasping at the sands in the
Namibe desert. I try to
cling onto the concrete, but
it is elusive, because
my faith, I've come to realize, is
a mirage.
About the Creator
Susan Lee
I graduated from Stanford University in 2002 with a BA in International Relations and a minor in Psychology and have a Masters in International Affairs from Georgetown University.
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