Issue 38: Everyday Apocalypses | by Featured Writer A.B. Lim
I have been asked What are you? more times than I have been asked my name. My body is expected to represent much more than merely its flesh…
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Everyday Apocalypses | by A.B. Lim
I have been asked What are you? more times than I have been asked my name. My body is expected to represent much more than merely its flesh.
I am asked if I speak English. I am asked where I’m really from. Where I was born. I’m asked what kind of food I eat. Where my parents are from. I’m asked which parent is which. I’m asked why I don’t speak Spanish, and why I don’t speak Chinese. Why I don’t know my own culture. When I insist that I’m American, that my parents are American, and that they’ve never spoken any other language except English, my words are chewed up, contorted in their mouths; spit back at me like insults.
I am interrogated so relentlessly that I sometimes doubt what I know about myself or if I am speaking at all. As if some parasite inside me consumes all language before it has a chance to escape my mouth. As if it feasts on what hangs at the top of my throat, hungry for all the words I try so hard to push through my lips.
On the street, my body is deformed, formed anew in the eyes of each person I pass. I am a threat, a contamination, a ruin with a human face. I’m spat on. Told to go eat dog meat. Told to go back to where I came from. My body a release valve for cruelty. As if their fear has no way to escape their bodies except through mine…
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A.B. Lim is an artist, writer, labor organizer, and unapologetic introvert based in Brooklyn, NY. Her work delves into embodied memory and intergenerational trauma, exploring the body as an archive and unraveling the ruinous mythology of the nuclear family. Currently, she is creating artwork that combines ceramics and textiles while writing about the connections between memory and soil.
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Issue 38: Everyday Apocalypses by Featured Writer A.B. Lim
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