About
i’m an artist-photographer. an angry asian. an ABC. american born chinese. a prodigal son. my heart is half full, my life is half empty and my mind is almost gone. i am incontent with being content. a hypocrite who hates hypocrites. i do what i can, and sometimes, that’s not enough. i’m coherently incoherent. i’m just a young chinese man trying to make it in the world today. i appear as a vanishing son. i’m visible when i’m my most invisible. i’m an american without forefathers in america without foremothers. i’m the immigrant who migrated from a country that’s not my own. sometimes i’m the token asian guy, the token chinese guy, the token american, the token human being. how should i know? i’m not from this country. i’m a racist against racists. i’m a masculine feminist. i’m a smoker who can quit, should quit, wants to quit, but i’m not ready to be a quitter. hey, i can quit anytime, it’s easy, i’ve quit a dozen times. i quit, but i’m scared of quitting quitting. i’m a gamer who hates playing. i’m the played out player. i hurry so i can wait. i wait and i wait and i fall asleep. i learn from my mistakes, and yet, i still make the same mistakes. i’m scared of old-age as well as dying young. i’m scared of becoming wasted talent. i’m scared of unfulfilling my potential. i want to be meaningful in my meaning. i’m critical of my criticality. i want to transformatively transform. i’m the clichéd original. i am the selfish giver. i’m a gambler and i bet that i won’t come out on top. i’m standarly standardized. i’m a runner who hates walking. i’m an old soul in a young body. i’m a young mind in an old body. i’m down to earth and wish i was out of this world. i wish i could fly, but i’m afraid of heights. i’m the procrastinating hard worker. sometimes i find beauty in the ugly. and find ugly in the beauty. i do not touch, but want nothing more than to feel. i hope that i’ve changed for the better, but it sucks that i’ll never be the same again. i read to live. i live to read. i breathe to live. i live to breathe. i live to love. i love to live. i am an agreeing oxymoron. i’m a teacher being taught. i’m a student teaching…
