I exist in an uncertain interval, caught between the gravity of memory and weightlessness.

My body became my content. Now my phone screen reflects an emptiness no filter can fix.

Under Lunar New Year lanterns, I navigate the space between two grandmothers and one loss.

Navigating financial trades and punches, I discover wisdom in suspended intention.

Between two cities, I wrapped my fists around emptiness until it became enough.

The perfect angle doesn't exist, and that's exactly what makes it worth capturing.

How I lost my gym, my hearing, and my way—but gained clarity for the new year.