by Ang Kia Yee

I love the muck of my life, the parts that nobody sees, with only me as witness, as lover, as mother and friend to myself. Being grubby, clumsy, foolish, romantic, lovesick, bored, restless, rude, incomprehensible, anxious,… This is an abundant and simple life that I get to see, full of ordinary routine that makes me feel so much like everyone else. I love it. It is good.