The second time I met Julia was the summer of 2016 in Toronto, I was 9, and she was 25. Having just flown in from China, my family was jet-lagged and needed to rest, so we stayed at my aunt’s house. It was a gigantic suburban house with three floors, a basement, and a garage.

you have my face and / you wear my smile / decades / and the pacific / stand in between u s / a thousand cranes /i pick up / one and unfold it / what do i hope to find / inside / and what am i afraid to / see

I spent my twentieth birthday celebrating with friends. I threw a Daisy Jones & the Six themed party with my friend/roommate who turned twenty just three days after me.