my favorite thing about new york subways is when two trains running in parallel, at some point your reflection appears in the opposite window, and for a moment it looks like they are about to crash. then the other train suddenly disappears.

my favorite sunday ritual growing up is going to bathhouse with my mom, aunt, and grandma. we help each other exfoliate in the steam, methodical, and unhurried. like grooming. like something we’d been doing for ten thousand years.

my favorite fruit is green fig from my hometown. i tattooed it on myself, even though most think it’s a garlic, a dumpling, or a balloon.