The fires created

  Translate by Nguyễn Hoàng Quyên life in my village was a harmony of shifting scales, and my teenage years were an ecstatic segment, with my blooming curiosity [about, for instance, why night herons cried in the dew, with such sadness, or why the whistling of humans attracted green snakes…], what was happening around me was always real, and fabricated, my thoughts were filled to the brim with questions and responses that never reached closure, realities like unfinished echoes, i heard, saw and wanted to ask, surprises seduced me, would any seed planted in the ground inevitably Đọc tiếp [...]