Portuguese has a word that is famously difficult to translate: Saudade. It is the shadow left where love meets time, a tender longing for what has gone, what was never ours, and even what we have not yet lost. To call it missing someone feels too light. Homesickness feels too distant. Regret lacks its tenderness. Saudade is closer to the color these feelings leave when they meet at dusk. We long for a person, a stretch of life, a place we cannot return to, or an existence tha

A sharp, affectionate review of Blossoms Shanghai, from its social-scroll plot and tangled romances to Wong Kar-wai's sound and images.

After three and a half years away, a sudden trip back to Tianjin and Shanghai turns airports, streets and old places into a collision of memory and the present.

Why restart a personal blog in 2023? For play, freedom, and a place to write whatever comes to mind.