tea-leaves salad, tea leave salad with dried beef, hasty hugs, tamarind whiskey sour, military boots, splashes of rains, touches, Yangon, guilt, fear, metal bars, Sule Pagoda, fly glue trap (yes, I know it’s cruel), Pansoedan, rusty locks, tears, tear gas, old film wheel, cockroach passing on the top of my feet, Changi airport, red lipstick I only wore once, “Safe Travels, Don’t Die”, chipmunks, noisy batch of pigeons on my roof, the hawkers, Ithaca, Polaroid first sheet which says “Love Me Tender”, green rain boots, snow, 45min walk to home, home, forest home, pots and pans, 8pm,mom, Vici, tailless gecko, ice green tea, flix bus,15hour flight, Ngapi, Insein prison, gorges, quarantines, the glove on the road, tomato soup from food pantry, shrink, Trumansburg, Acai Sobert, blanket, hey fever, spring, Aung Mingalar Noodle Shop, Crime Alerts, tasteless chewing gum after 3 hour, deers’ eyes, mom’s dry fingers, Craiglist, Tinder, coma, Kya Seint tea, chickpea powder, Danny, grief, ice machine sounds which reminds me of San Chaung nights, Father’s Office, my lost sketcher, Ouzo, stray dogs, vertigo, my summer green dress which you said you like, walk with me to Beebe Lake, 37th street studio, woods, traffic, oxygen, 4am alarm, non-stop hair pulling, butternut squash, Franklin house, ambulance sound heard from the phone, get lost, walk, Brook Lane, I miss mango ice cream from Anawrahta Road (I realised I never learned its name), repeating sound of fluorescent light, last jasmine flower bought on the way to airport, slippers, have you ever tasted snow with maple syrup?

I made this exhausting lists of memories racing in my head to complete the emptiness around me as an exile artist since I left my home, Myanmar in July 2021. The text and the photos are not meant to be for each other but to complete each other.

The title of solongs and ashes is extracted from E.E.Cummings’s into the strenuous briefness.


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