21/04/2026
Baba the baddie.
a bonafide modern Renaissance man -
lofi aficionado, culture collector, lifelong inventor and design connoisseur, the occasional model, a vanguard and revered pioneer in Taiwan’s advertising world, an eloquent everyday poet with penchant for calligraphy tucked in one neat package of boundless curiosity dipped in pure silliness.
our deepest bond might be that we are two native problem solvers in a family of “problem makers” - when we’re together we just GET each other, and in the last few years we became so peaceful in each others presence, so effortless that it’s a rare quiet luxury.
just before brain cancer took hold, in those last himself days we exchanged ideas on spontaneous healing and quantum physics, as much of that livened him, it livened me.
one recent exchange I’ll forever remember - 「因為我是現代人！」 when I asked him how he knew the phrase 「刷存」 (“swiping existence” - to show up nearby someone to see if they cared, a modern Taiwanese man indeed)
Until now I hadn’t known I could hold as deep of an empathy for anyone as I do for him, so unendingly. Both of us being Aquarians we beat to our own drums so independently, yet in these past years we found that they were the same drums after all - especially when I began to express myself in the culinary arts specializing in Taiwanese authenticities, he was MOST proud of me - after all, he hand-calligraphied part of my brand monogram, during one of the hardest times of our lives - me at my lowest, jobless, burnt out, discovered my own long term illness and his, taking care of him in his first bout of hospitalization, having just had a porterhouse sized of intestinal cancer removed from him, all of this during the early pandemic years when the world collapsed. this man saw me for who I was, who I could be, and I of him. And finally, after all the years of my thinking he’d preferred my siblings over me, I now KNOW otherwise.
Idk how many days we have left, none of us are god and neither is the hospital who keeps trying to prove otherwise - we are still us and we keep trucking on. cancer be damned.
