I was born thrice.

first, under Wushan (巫山)'s mist-veiled peaks.

again, after crossing an ocean and an entire continent to the States.

and then, carving a thirty-day line across the Continental Divide.

likely a fourth, a fifth… somewhere just ahead. I'm waiting for them.

I court stubborn riddles: code that bites back, communities that need kindling, ideas that wear a size too large.

“Why not?” usually beats “Why?” in my playbook.

I live on great music, stories, and company—and if they don't dance, well, they're no friends of mine.