One Year: Living Alone in Prague

During the first few months of my moving into the studio, there were countless moments where I would crawl on the floor, bawling my eyes out listening to “Drivers License” by Olivia Rodrigo. Loneliness was inevitable after a breakup. I was fucking miserable.

Letter To Past and Future Me

Dear 20-year-old Chou and 30-year-old Chou, glad to see we all sitting here, having yet another identity crisis together. Anxiety sure as hell doesn’t go away when you reach a certain age. But I’m glad we’ve got each other’s back.

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