Matthew Vu

Let me begin with a confession: I was a plastic bag; a plastic bag that paddled through the limitless desert, overshadowed by the ferocious thunderstorm. Other than that, I was swallowed by the aggressiveness of the Pacific Ocean. I was then sifted, bleached, becoming to align in a seemingly disciplinary order. Though I was exposed to free air, I have never ever resisted making a single movement. When vacuum conquered, the law of nature should have been reversed. Yet, I was still a plastic bag without its colour. Compared to the past, this moment is the brand-new chapter of my life. It bears a resemblance to an unusual elevator. We are the ones who manipulate it. It can lead us to various levels depending on our personal wills and traits. It does not define which floor is the highest or lowest and we will not know where the finishing line is. Although it seems to be baffling, it actually gives indications on how you will sort it into order.

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