about
⊹ Hi. This is not a personal blog. It’s a memory site, which means everything here is written for my own keeping first. So forgive the gaps, the missing context, and the things that only make sense to me.
⊹ A memory here can be three lines, or three pages. Can be set down once then left alone, or returned to and added to later. small thoughts count, and unfinished ones too.
⊹ I write in my broken english as a way to learn (apologies for the odd phrasing and occasional awkward expressions); and sometimes in vietnamese, my layered mother tongue, as a way to hide. Old entries will probably embarrass me, but I’m leaving them anyway.
⊹ This site was made with hands , runs on sustainable energy and is climate-friendly .
Apparently, every page on this site produces less than 0.01g of CO2 per visit. Over a year and 10,000 monthly visits, that’s 0.04kg - the equivalent of boiling water for 6 cups of tea. Or what one tree happily absorbs in a year. [alt-text: A person lying on the floor, propped on a pillow, writing in a notebook. Around them: fountain pens, loose pages, and a copy of Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg. The photo is taken through a glass pane, its surface reflecting the leaves of banana trees from the garden outside.]⊹ I believe that putting memories into words gives them room to grow. Some are written to remember, and others to connect later, since it might not make sense now.
⊹ Mostly I write about what’s happening outside the window, or inside my head. Or somewhere in between. The rest is whatever resonates in the moment.
⊹ I have always written for myself. I still write for myself, just now in the open. Because you know, loneliness shared – lightens. :)