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what I’ve learned from this travel

Hello, how are you doing?  I’ve been thinking about what I’ve learned from this travel.  Normally in regular life I learn a lot, but it’s quiet home things.  This learning from a time of not having a home is more intense and quick. I can’t control the pace–life is just coming at me, and I… Read More »

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poke bowl

“Want some?” Ming asked.  He was eating a poke bowl. I made a weird facial expression.  “No thank you,” I said.  “For me, that’s worse than starvation food.  I would eat lichen before I ate that.” He found this answer amusing.  So I asked if I could take his picture.  He obliged kindly, kneeling by… Read More »

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narcolepsy

Hello, I’ve been thinking a lot about narcolepsy, which is a disability that Ming has.  It’s probably his main disability.  Here is Ming doing narcolepsy skillfully. Yes, good job hitting the bed.  In the right direction, even. what it is Narcolepsy is about falling asleep when you’re not supposed to, and staying awake when you’re… Read More »

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melatonin

I tried melatonin before, and it made me feel like a zombie.  Melatonin is a hormone that helps regulate sleep.  I couldn’t get the dose small enough.  Even 1mg tabs knocked me out in a bad way. Then I had that panic attack recently and lots of trouble getting to sleep.  I needed help.  I… Read More »

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insomnia

“Yes, I’m listening to Hong Kong electronica!  What of it!?” I demanded of Ming. “I didn’t say nothin,’” Ming said. “Listen!” I said.  I was dancing in the bedroom, on the squishy mat.  He glanced at my shelf and left.  He had his headphones half-on and was listening to music on his own. sleep I… Read More »

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curse of the writer

“You’re the one slinging accusations of purity, not me!” Ming just read me from a facebook argument, which I found funny.  “How do you sling an accusation of purity?” I asked.  “Wouldn’t that be nothing?  Like slinging air?”  The idea of snow.  The idea of a fluffy cloud. He mentioned a friend who specializes in… Read More »