As I was sifting through fictional work drafted in my creative writing degree, I realized that much of my work centers on the nature of being, which, since I was adopted from Vietnam in 1973 and had no knowledge of my early origins, completely makes sense. There is a direct correlation to not knowing anything about one’s humble beginnings to a lifelong ontological mission to figure it all out. Who are we? Where do we come from? What forces brought us to the spaces we exist within? Existentialism has its roots here, but before those arguments come into play comes the question of being. Ontology. My life’s work, really, come to think of it.