The Jotter Nook

We got a new washing machine.

As the older man on stage plucked his guitar and sang in his clear voice a song unfamiliar, my eyes grew misty when those words I heard for the first time touched me and meant something to me that Sunday morning.

I still remember that conversation.

It’s the night before Chinese New Year.

It’s my last day at a men’s haircutting course, and I’m unexpectedly bummed about it.

I am on Blogspot, and it is the year 2010, clearly, from the default template that greets me, complete with 38x38px floral background tile on repeat.

I've been feeling it again lately, the tightness in my chest, the restlessness in my mind that keeps me up at night and idle in the day.

I remember the first time I saw snow.

The post that I really wanted to write, which I started a month ago, is still stuck in the dungeon.

Last September, in my home far from home,1 it poured outside our window.