Of course, the premise of this essay is that the language of film binds all of our identities together—our halves, our incompletes. Maybe that’s why I find so much joy in these almost seamless crossovers from the country I call home.
A beautiful essay on identity as a Korean abroad. Having been born in LA but raised in Seoul (w/ my nuclear family still residing there), I felt that retaining my dual citizenship was the only way for me to encapsulate my identity in tangible form. https://t.co/9qQxLXz5I7
because my boyfriend and i were walking to dinner and saw what we thought was a giant squirrel but it was actually A RACCOON STRUGGLING TO SCALE A TREE