Valen Lim

We Speak to the Fish in our National Language | 我们对着鱼缸说国语

Facing the fish bowl, I speak the national language1: each vowel, a gust upon glass; each accent, a mosquito’s unsteady dance. From my watch’s face, each second, turbulent, rises like smoke. The English of the 50’s was but a colonial …

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Death of a Refrigerator | 冰箱之死

We assume the cold lasts forever. Unaware of its untimely demise, we opened its door to a dying ribbon of light. The cooler had stopped working—like how the charm hidden in an old film can’t help but prove its stars …

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