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Pete Hsu, Author Ordinaire

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I sometimes think our love of sunsets is really just sublimated pyromania.

I grew up around palm trees. Never ever thought there was anything cool about them. So what that you’re twenty feet tall and not even the width of me; so your shadows stretch out forever like they’re drawn by god; and—by god!—weren’t your fronds the welcome mat for Jesus en route to his finale? But I just look at you and think, there’s probably rats living up there.

I’m writing a story where the main characters are Brad Pitt and Pope Francis and they live in an alternate Korea, which is that universe’s primary super power. Brad and Francis are, of course, friendly rivals.

My favorite Hufflepuff ❤️

My cousin Tai passed over to the other side last week. He was one of the best people I’ve ever known. Kind and powerful, he saw what was great in people and insisted they embrace that. I recently found out that he loved *The Three Kingdoms* which begins with: “The kingdom, long divided, must unite; long united, must divide. Thus has it ever been.” I wish he was here to explain this to me; I’m sure I’m misreading it! But I think it’s about the cycle of coming together and breaking apart and coming together again. I think for us — all of us — the kingdom is the family, separated by time and fate. And even though we aren’t all together now, we will be again.

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