T. Luong Son, "Một Buổi Tối Ở Quê Nhà / One Evening at Home," 2010
That pot-holed asphalt, a patchwork basin caching the neighbor’s porch-light. Outside my bedroom window, it’s raining; cars pass, shushing themselves as they go, and I recall when I was six, how I’d watch a single slant beam travel, play chase along my bedroom wall. My world now is a platinum print, all silver light and pitch-dark shadow. The child I was sits with me; we count the cars going by, as they play their magic lantern shows.