Playground.

"Delivered from sleep, I was the infinite outcast, the wandering fool, my eyes renewed by nocturnal angels. I marveled at the secrets that made flowers flourish in their tidy beds, the stoic indifference of deserted playgrounds shone through painted steel."

Now and Zen.

"With the winds of change now ripping the globe apart, no matter if you are proud, ashamed or afraid of the flag you are destined to stand under, remember that you are always free to make up your own mind. This is a right, not a privilege. And it’s sure as fuck worth fighting for."

It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing.

"I just hope that when I pop down to the corner store in a few minutes for a gallon of drinking water, the friendly folks with the red armbands and temperature scanners at the building gate don’t get a reading higher than 37.3 degrees Celsius from my wrist. If that’s the case, I’ll be questioned (in Chinese), detained and taken to a designated state hospital for testing, observation and God knows what else. Such is life in the Orient. Embrace the mystery."