Karen An-hwei Lee

Colour Confetti: Theories of the Soul (Karen An-hwei Lee)

There has to be a place where I can stash things that I like, that I would like to keep or share. Without logic or reason, a flowing ream of collectibles, be it self-scribbles or works blatantly borrowed. Thoughts, verse, sights, sounds, each to be whimsically vibrant, eclectic, joyously effervescent, introspective, scathingly incisive, or deeply nostalgic, but always moving. This is to be it. Once avid blogger, constant thinker and observer, endlessly penning mindscapes takes a back seat for now. Juggling priorities helped acquire a taste for raking in life's diversity in short, burning shots. While deep plunges into seas of meaning occur silently every now and then, there is a certain joy to be had in mindlessness. In the random wide-eyed awe over life’s beauty, of order in disorder, of the inherent goodness of us as a people. This really doesn’t tell much about me now, does it? Good then.

In medias res, a primer of experience in approximate alphabetical order

Ardor

God's one hundred promises

Prosthetic texts/phantom originals, translations of cultural consciousness in Theresa Cha, Chuang Hua, Sui Sin Far, Kazou Ishiguro, and Virginia Woolf

Puerto del sol