April 8, 2016

We had just said our goodbyes and I was leaving her room when she grabbed me for a hug. That hug soon transitioned into a heavy make out session until I pulled back to ask her “is this real?““What do you mean? Of course it is.” She replied.“Is it?” I insisted.I pinched my nose and found out that I was indeed still dreaming.

I woke up in the middle of the night in a room lit up from the urban lights. Except when I looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window that my bed was leaned up against, all I could see was a dark void. It felt as if the apartment I had woken up in was floating in empty space.

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As I walked into one of the rooms in the performance arts building for a lecture, I saw a man walking out because be couldn’t stand the “whiny Asian voice” in the room. I was one among the 30 or so other people who had arrived early while the lecturer was talking to someone in the first row. He began with, “Now that our two nationalists are here…”