A two-color, two-sided, two-language autobio zine about apricots, not knowing your grandparents, and what-ifs. Flipping left to right it reads in English; flipping right to left it reads in Chinese. The two stories meet in the center. Debuted at SPX 2016. Ignatz Award nominee for 2017

(Translation in captions for the Chinese pages)














Same Place Same Time


If we lived in the same place at the same time,


you might have cut my hair all crooked
just like my sister's.


Before I go out the front door, you'd ask,
"Meimei, did you put on a jacket?"
And we'd go to the backyard together and pick apricots


If you were still here,
if grandpa were still healthy,
I think that as a kid, I probably wouldn't have understood
what it meant to burn hell money.


I'd just like to carefreely
spend time with you two


We could go feed grandpa together


plate after plate of fresh apricots.


But we never lived in the same place at the same time





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