Millie-Christine

Given the choice, who would choose loneliness? II The Ancestors believed twins share one soul, one boundaryless self-identity, a paradox of each half's being the whole undivided individuality. "Who am I?" I asked, mirroring their gaze, at the same time like them, and unlike them: a hodgepodge of self-doubt, desires, and praise, but a freak, a two-headed monster, conjoined twins. Reconstructing itself, the nation licked its wounds as industry and expansion, like twin plagues, spread their poisonous microbes on the winds. [...] back home, Black Codes ruled the cities and Chinese immigration was curtailed.