I live in a city that is almost an exact replica of the one in my childhood dreams. Ironically, the one thing that is missing is happiness.

我們並不是刻意地避免彼此促膝談心，只是我們能力上做不到。

As I got older and began to understand storms, I learned just how resilient the people around me are.

People who are hesitant have doubts that require answers, and scientists are perfectly placed to provide them with these.

When I talk about the religion I feel culturally affiliated with, I hear an eerie silence.

I peered through the sidelight windows, seeking any indication of who these people might be: a flag, a sticker, even an item of clothing.

"I would like everyone to have a good death but we can’t achieve that unless we as a society stop whispering and start talking about it."

I drifted away from Kiskeya and with it, part of myself.

So I give up. I would turn off the lights, bury myself under layers of blankets, and soak my pillow with tears till I fall asleep.

I felt confused about how I could apply my writing skills as a science major. To me, science and writing seemed like two different worlds.