Listening to the playlist again and again became a practice of memory, each song a time machine for the body, a vehicle that would bring me back and anchor me in myself. Two years ago, I began compiling a YouTube playlist I titled “ Viet Memory.” I was in a period of extreme homesickness and the songs I chose activated the most intimate textures of my deepest archive, which gave me feelings of being at home or being Vietnamese at a moment when I felt otherwise unmoored.
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