Zander Rounds I have to lean in to hear Zeng over the howling protests of steel meeting stone outside—although I suspect were we not on an active construction site, I might have still have to strain. A slight man, Zeng strikes me as a guy reluctant to fill a space with his voice. Zeng is twenty-six. Did I hear that correctly? I scoot my plastic … Continue reading Villain or Vulnerable?
“Are you a Chinese?” After years in China, ineffectually trying to blur my gangly American edges and blend in, this is one question that I never really imagined I would receive… Continue reading Are You a Chinese?