Thang Nguyen 555

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  • The ME who could’ve been

    It’s Chinese New Year morning. Except there weren’t a lot of Vietnamese around. They were here yesterday, and last week. But apparently, on this cold Sunday morning, gym wasn’t their priority. Attention is devoted to festivals and festivities at the Temples, in the park and at the fair. Like in-country counterparts, they would put on…

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  • Transparent trail

    I saved up my visual history in 3/4 inch, VHS, slides, prints, CDs, hard-drive, flashdrive and cloud. Not so much for me, but for my daughters . That collage documented my fits and starts. Each person is a narrative whose ending remains a mystery ( ‘in my end, is my beginning”). In the Year of Magical Thinking, the widow-writer kept wishing that…

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