Reading on April 10th. 2026
“... Getting closer, we gradually, gently, unconsciously, step on the biking pathway. Such a gentle detour, it does not show up until I notice it has been there for half a decade. We arrive at a ruined tree stump, you are pointing it out within a quiet voice, saying it’s your brother’s name. Today I feel much closer to you when you are pointing out the three giant English letters showing ‘TLC’ on the front face of this bridge. It’s been a few months. I feel bad for just knowing the fact right now. ...”