by Kath Wu

Four is pronounced like death. From fourth to eighth grade is the death of an elementary school child followed by the birth of a middle schooler and high schooler. From eighth to twelfth grade is the death of a high schooler and birth of an adult. A Sweet Sixteen celebrates a crossed threshold, a divided-by-four threshold. Four is death, but after one death, life inevitably begins again. My life has been defined by definite fours of death, to be inevitably followed by infinitely finite sets of intervals less likely to be defined by fours, but I will still die nonetheless.

Kath Wu is an amateur writer with a passion for idly writing in their free time. As a fresh graduate, they’re trying to figure out exactly how creative passion can be fostered in the concrete jungle of engineering. When not pondering that, they can be found creating graphic narratives.