Summer sounds like cicadas to me, mainly. Cicadas back in Seoul were gleaming creatures whose metallic singing could be heard clean across the schoolyard and through the window into my second-floor math class. Here in Hamilton, they’re a little more elusive; they’re invisible amidst the leafy boughs, but their voices have the same high-energy vibration, a shiny sound….
i. low on storage Just as we were about to watch a movie on Tuesday night, a little white message slid into the corner of my laptop screen: my Google Drive was 84% full. The next morning, I was reviewing the memory chapter from a psychology course, and it made me search up some memory…
Thursday, my brother and I went to watch Jordan Peele’s Nope in theaters. After two strangely brilliant hours of horses, ominous clouds, and Daniel Kaluuya in an orange hoodie, our dad picked us up and we drove home. The night was dark and humid, and out the open window it smelt of warm rain. We…