This summer had been one of the most wonderful of my lives. I was with family, and sun, and literature. I met a friend during my summer program at Stanford. Her name is Erika and she lives in Hong Kong. We were one of the only ones not living in the States, joining at odd hours in the day. Her and I share a passion for writing and sharing. Her and I wanted to start something.

We have come together to launch a literary magazine, The Panacean Review. We want it to be a way for people to connect. Especially in these times, we want it to be a way for people to feel the hurt of writing, and heal. It is meant to be a spotlight on emotion and passion. A simulation of conversation and company absent from our lives in isolation.

This has been a project of long work. I hope I’ll have many more things to speak about in the months to come.