Notes kept between the interchange and the flat.

I am Hui Min. I write short first-person pieces about afternoons, walks, small city moments, and once about a night I still cannot quite explain. This is not a shop, a course, or a studio — just a shelf of notes I keep because the neighbourhood deserves someone who notices.

If you are new here, start anywhere. The list below is in the same plain card for every piece — no badges, no rankings, no loud labels. When you want the full archive grouped by where the writing lives, read the wire list.

The interchange gives me shade when the sun is rude. The park connector gives me distance when the flat feels too small. Between those two points most of these notes were written — on buses that arrive late, at kitchen tables after lunch, in market aisles where the floor is always slightly wet.