HOÀNG-ÂN: HOME, WHERE THE SALMONS ARE PLENTY
I write as a need. I write to find myself. Among the noises and the pulls of negativity, I claim back and define myself, like a Name. A name is more than a pronoun. Like Gotama. Like Muhammad. Like Jesus. Like Emmanuel. Like Felicity N Bui. Like Hoàng-Ân. I am journeying homeward on a pilgrimage. Like the salmons swimming against the currents to their birthplace to give birth. Home, where the salmons are plenty.
HOÀNG-ÂN: HOME, WHERE THE SALMONS ARE PLENTY
I write as a need. I write to find myself. Among the noises and the pulls of negativity, I claim back and define myself, like a Name. A name is more than a pronoun. Like Gotama. Like Muhammad. Like Jesus. Like Emmanuel. Like Felicity N Bui. Like Hoàng-Ân. I am journeying homeward on a pilgrimage. Like the salmons swimming against the currents to their birthplace to give birth. Home, where the salmons are plenty.
