“I Met an Old Woman: Day 1” by Choi Ok-Jeong
Day 1: A little girl spat on my shoes. While it didn’t actually hit but just sorta fell between them…
Day 1: A little girl spat on my shoes. While it didn’t actually hit but just sorta fell between them…
Grant usa speech that neverneeds to spread vocal cords.Let us stand in the worldwith the eyes of a village windarriving unfamiliar…
You’re standing at the end of a corridor. Tryingnot to go to you,I bent down. Bent towards flowers blooming on…
It’s been a blur, vague like the names of characters I can’t quite rememberfrom a Russian novel I’ve read,but I…
Don’t open up to me about how lonely you are, how burdened you are, how much you want to go crazy, how sane you are, about the bugs in your heart
I received a letter which held yesterday.The path that had always trailed behind yousuddenly disappeared,and everything that wasn’t the path went with it.Scattered stoneswhich…
After much time has passed, a weak bookmark will make these pages fall. In the past, my heart filled so…
May, 1996: 19 year-old me is slowly slipping further away from home. The backs of a few buildings have already…