Sometimes, I still face blatant racism. A few months ago, a man physically pushed me and hurled verbal abuse. In the past, I would’ve stayed silent, hoping to endure quietly and move on. But I’ve realized that silence only gives the experience more power over me. Fighting back has become my way of reclaiming control…

Snow was falling. Through the narrow slit of curtains shut tight since midday, I hadn’t even realized that the world outside had already sunk into darkness. Inside my room, I quietly stroked my solitude, when it suddenly struck me — of all days, today was trash day…

It is an evening where murky orange snow falls. The corridor, blurred by sleet scattering in disarray, looked like a silent film. On my way to catch the bus, the orange light was so blinding, it felt like I were watching a sunset that had already passed…