SPLIT HANDS, WHOLE LIFE: HOW PAI GOW ECHOES THE CHOICES WE MAKE

In the hushed corners of smoke-lit rooms, amidst murmurs of chance and the flicker of cards, Pai Gow unfolds—not as spectacle, but as ritual. Not loud, but lucid. A quiet game, played slowly, like a thought that takes its time to bloom. Seven cards are given. Not earned. Not chosen. They arrive like fate—unasked, unexplained. A mirror of birth