I have two incomplete installations in my brain. The Chinese language. And the English language.

BotW is the longest I’ve ever played of any game. It was so good that I actually felt hooked for three days. And interested for a few more months. I liked it so much that I actually kept delaying the main story line. And now I just feel guilty for not playing it. Not because “I don’t feel a sense of accomplishment” or “I’ve already sunk so many hours into it,” but rather, it’s such a beautiful piece of narrative art that it’d be a waste if I didn’t appreciate all of it.

A reflection on bureaucratic overhead and a story from my middle school days.

A ranting response to the arrogant ones.

A short reflection on moving forward during quarantine.