Gonna go fast like a Linoone
“Thank you,” I said as I shut the car door and left as quickly as it was socially acceptable.
Falling apart
Only a few weeks ago, I felt so completely empty, like my center had been scooped out of me. What remained was a scorched shell of pure apathy.
Wind, rewind
I wake in the mornings, a ray of sun dancing through the windows onto my sheets, falling with a weighted blanket of air. Sitting up, the iridescent covers shed from my chest, but the weight remains.
Bikes and bridges
While I can try my best to be “perfect,” it’s fundamentally impossible to achieve.
Being human is strange
We may find ourselves at our most timid, but we can find ourselves at our most brave. We may struggle to find our place but in it find humor, love, and grace. And most importantly of all, we can dare to dream, fly, and fall.
Ardent salmon tales
The thing about the salmon is that all it cares about is finding its home.
Cicadas used to live in my neighborhood
I remember that bad days fall like autumn leaves in magnificent waves of color as life learns to begin anew.
How a tiger bears its stripes
They didn’t say a thing, because nobody wanted to cause a scene. After all, is it not easier to ignore than to confront?
Baa
I just absolutely love knowing that after spending a week in quarantine essentially without seeing the light of day, I’ll get to spend even more time in it!!
Wenbo Slips
A ball hits me? Ow. I hit the floor? Ow. The ball hits the floor? Ow. The ball, floor, and I are actually all part of a rocket blasting off in consensus with the rocket equations? Ow. Ow. Ow.
Where the sidewalk ends…
The truth is, I only learned how beautiful it is to love other people and the world when I wasn’t so caught up in despising myself.
It’s about thyme
There’s a grand sense of longing that fills me often, but longing for what?
Abstractions of emotion
Over the surface of the river, a hint of a rainbow colors the path below my feet. Love’s in the air. Can you taste it?
Dilapidated doting
I’m seeing things I hadn’t seen in years since I left the great state of Texas.
The strangest game of duck, duck, goose
If the world were a stage, and if I were to be attacked by a goose on this hypothetical stage, I care not for who the players are. I do however know for a fact that my temporary exit would be akin to “Exit, pursued by a bear.”
On being the letter ‘Q’
Let’s call this week “the week of self-improvement.”
Spare me, author
Is there a real Wenbo out there writing my experiences? Would he be separate from me, then?
Skinny Cactus is a puffle-crazy penguin
I’ve grown up and moved on, something Greg Heffley will never understand.
A trek to Narnia in the rain
If Walmart were the unkempt and profoundly unmagical wardrobe of my childhood, Buc-ee’s was Narnia.
Goodbye grief, hello H Mart
Massachusetts Avenue is more than a divide between East and West Campus, but what is the illustrious street truly?
Closer to the heavens
I would like to preface this by saying that in light of the developing COVID-19 situation, starting next column, all walks will be held either in the forests of Northern Virginia where no human interaction is possible or virtually at Zoom University.
The waffle is a lie
What if I had more time to go out and take charge of things I care about?