When university tells you classes will be online, It won’t be the first time you’ve heard this. It is early, and of course they are not even there to tell you this in person, But from a cold, voiceless email. And of course, you will smile. Because it sounds like empathy, Because you heard theContinue reading “Online Classes | NaPoWriMo #12”
A poem because I’m a sad young person.
Continuing to log the ever-changing landscape of my experiences in Hong Kong, a turbulent but wonderful city. Enjoy!