Digital Door
A memoir that remembers how it learned to remember.
Fifty most recent published Echoes, newest first.
Thursday · 30 July 2026
Traffic lights in Saigon always seemed to last a little longer. I never minded. Whenever the lights turned red, I would rest one hand gently on her thigh while we waited. A moment later, I could usually expect a little…
Thursday · 30 July 2026
Before every ride in Saigon, she prepared herself for battle against the sun. Long sleeves. Gloves. Face mask. Dark sunglasses. By the time she climbed onto the scooter, barely an inch of skin was visible. I used to…
Friday · 18 September 2026
In October 2024, NT once sang a song for me. I still remember it. Not because I understood everything the song meant. Just because she sang it for me. Today, we talked about it again. I told her that maybe next year, it…
Saturday · 19 September 2026
I saw her sister post a TikTok video of her daughter. NT was in it too. I couldn't see her face, but I could see the slightest hint of her baldness. I wondered if she still went to that salon for her scalp treatment. I…
Sunday · 20 September 2026
Two people, one love. Could there be two loves, one person? Well, there's dual listings for a company. Dual citizenship for an individual. Dual tax residency. So, it's possible. No?! My mind has gone haywire this…
Sunday · 20 September 2026
This book is about NT and me. There was an Audited Love Report about me and my wife. I was an auditor. So was she. We drafted audited financial statements. One day, I drafted an Audited Love Report. The assets were the…
Thursday · 30 July 2026
This morning, I reached for a simple grey pair of cotton socks. Printed on them was a single word. Living. I know when I got them. I know where they came from. I know why they mattered. Those answers have never changed…
Wednesday · 29 July 2026
Walked past a Victoria's Secret store today. She used to ask me to buy body lotion there—not perfume, body lotion. I always liked the scent on her. For a brief moment, I wondered whether she still wears it.
Wednesday · 29 July 2026
Ten days after our breakup, she sent me a message asking if I was still feeling sad. I told her the truth. I was still grieving. The waves still came without warning, but I believed I would be okay. I thanked her for…