Canto Cutie - Volume 2
Curated by Katherine Leung Edited by G and Tsz Kam Artist Features Annika Cheng | New York, USA Kaitlin Chan | Hong Kong Crystal Lee | Hong Kong Photography Jasmine Li | Boston, USA Nat Loos | Perth, Australia Cehryl | Hong Kong Artwork Winnie Chan | Hong Kong Marissa De Sandoli | Vancouver, Canada Jasmine Hui | Seattle, USA Irene Kwan| Houston, USA Karen Kar Yen Law | Toronto, Canada Ying Li | Melbourne, Australia Charlotte | Hong Kong saamsyu | Hong Kong Writing Arron Luo | Atlanta, USA Bianca Ng | New Jersey, USA Kristie Song | Irvine, USA Ruo Wei | Hong Kong Clovis Wong | Redmond, USA Poetry Raymond Chong | Sugarland, USA Karen Leong | Sydney, Australia KR
Curated by Katherine Leung
Edited by G and Tsz Kam
Artist Features
Annika Cheng | New York, USA
Kaitlin Chan | Hong Kong
Crystal Lee | Hong Kong
Photography
Jasmine Li | Boston, USA
Nat Loos | Perth, Australia
Cehryl | Hong Kong
Artwork
Winnie Chan | Hong Kong
Marissa De Sandoli | Vancouver, Canada
Jasmine Hui | Seattle, USA
Irene Kwan| Houston, USA
Karen Kar Yen Law | Toronto, Canada
Ying Li | Melbourne, Australia
Charlotte | Hong Kong
saamsyu | Hong Kong
Writing
Arron Luo | Atlanta, USA
Bianca Ng | New Jersey, USA
Kristie Song | Irvine, USA
Ruo Wei | Hong Kong
Clovis Wong | Redmond, USA
Poetry
Raymond Chong | Sugarland, USA
Karen Leong | Sydney, Australia
KR
Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
hours. The rain comes with unpredictable meteorite falls. Scorching metal pieces burn
with a golden yellow flame. Having the ability to penetrate asphalt floors, they are so
powerful that the human cannot withstand them under any circumstances.
The Catastrophes have also led to abrupt changes in human temperament.
Interactions between people become peculiar. Some people are allowed to gather but
some people aren’t. Some rumours are allowed to be spread but some rumours aren’t.
Some taboos are allowed to be ignored but some taboos aren’t. The chaos generated is
as fatal as the loss of the core of the city.
Irritating smoke from the rocks caused ANON to burst into tears. She didn’t
understand. Where was the Pearl? The Eyes were not holding the Pearl nor anything
remotely similar. Were the meteorites similar to what a Pearl could have been? They
were flaming dazzling white as well. Maybe the Pearl was something much more
abstract than a physical ornament, maybe a hidden power, or a force, or an army. Or
maybe ANON should stop overthinking. Someone should stop her.
ANON ran off to a quiet avenue, trying to gasp a sip of fresh air...
Stop right there!
... The End.