When the three of us entered Dixon Gallery & Gardens in early September, sunlight was glinting on the leaf-twisted gate we passed through. Two brick columns were joined by a wooden arch with fluted gables on top. From there we emerged into a little sunlit garden with a fountain in the center, a dark globe…
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…