Chinese culture can’t be made bite-sized for mass consumption.
I used to think the border between me and the world was formidable, unyielding. I didn’t yet realize the ways that the earth was acting on my body.
Resting, in this context, is resistance.
Because I tolerated constant injury, I’m better than I ever was.
I’m already leading a different life than the nuclear family I’d envisioned. There’s freedom in stepping away from that, but I find it uncomfortable too.
In that sense, we’re still haunted.
I couldn’t fight off the sense that there is a certain absurdity to getting tested for a disease for which there is currently no cure.