Analog (issue 1).pdf
I see the endless food vendors on my street; all I’ve tasted: Pho, banh
cuon (rolled cake), banh chung (rice cake), nem ran (fried spring roll),
and so much more. I see the toothless smile on the old clocksmith
who is always there for anyone in need, come rain or shine. I see my
rusty Honda scooter. I see stray cats and dogs that follow me home.
I see the whirling blur of passing traffic on Hanoi streets. I see places of Vietnam that I have been to; I see the morning forest mist on
mountain tops and the rising tides on the beach at sundown. I see all
that make me who I am. And I see home.