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“ ‘What Is Ours Is Not Ours: Chinese Art and Western Imperialism.’ ”
But did he lie?
“I want you to take back what the West stole.”
Babe I’m not even Chinese and I’m in
She could never be Chinese enough for China. She could never be American enough for here.
Felt this in my soul
Before Alex could respond, before she could even figure out how to, there was a click and then empty air. Irene had hung up.
Irene is a bitch dude
“Alex,” Irene said, and it was a sigh. She was tired of coders who thought the world spun around Silicon Valley, tired of this girl who looked at her as though she knew everything there was to know already. “Can we work together this one time?”
Omg you were the one who made her an adversary, shove your feeling impotent somewhere else chick.
“Art is never temporary,”
“We’re children of the diaspora,” Will said. He had grown up in the US, knew that no matter how much he wanted it to be, China would never be home to him. “All we’ve ever known is loss.”
Dude, I felt that
“Lily Wu,” Will said, and she heard him smile, slow and confident, “how about that date?”
You have zero right to be this suave sir
Once, he had thought diaspora was loss, longing, all the empty spaces in him filled with want. He could still remember standing before the Old Summer Palace, afraid of what it might mean to leave Harvard behind, who he would be without it. But diaspora was this, too: two cultures that could both be his, history that was waiting to be made.
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