Diaspora | A Stall Away from Home

By Brian Yip A reflective piece on living abroad and the remembering home. The leaves turn yellow. Then brown. Slowly, they wither and fall away to their resting place beneath. Again and again and again. It’s autumn. I never thought I’d see the crisp sunlight that bathes this place. Nor did I expect to feel such cold air enter my lungs. Both form quite the backdrop to this market I’m at. Something familiar yet faraway.As if just out of my reach.Hobart isn’t the biggest place out there, so...