Inklings 2025

and i’m sorry that I cannot love this town the way you do it’s not for a lack of trying or respect or appreciation who would I be without overripe mangoes and warm rain? this place has given me a life for that, I am eternally grateful but i will not lie to you i will not whisper sweet nothings to the humid wind i will not admire the sunsets with faraway eyes my cursor blinks over a mottled times-new-roman mosaic my page, now filled but I still know nothing more about the town I was raised in. Shell Zijin Liu ’27 50