02.26.1999
I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn't forget, I'm alive, I know I'm alive, I mustn't forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that. In Ray Bradbury's 1957 novel Dandelion Wine, 12-year-old Douglas Spaulding discovers that he is… Continue reading on being alive
It's a dream of mine to be published one day. But fiction writing is something I've never really done before; though I try to write creatively on this blog, it's much easier to write about my own experiences than to create a miniature world with its own characters, settings, and plot from nothing. Thankfully, a… Continue reading reflecting on my first fiction writing workshop
There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says ‘Morning, boys. How's the water?’ And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes ‘What… Continue reading finding amsterdam in san diego
To film someone is to fall in love with that person. I liked reading ever since I was little. Once I had a book all to myself, my heart would start racing. I always felt that way. When I have a paper and pen, I feel better for no apparent reason; drawing when I was… Continue reading a film idea
A man walks out of the pizza shop. He’s in his mid-forties, wearing a baggy t-shirt and jorts—not in a deliberate, tasteful, Gen-Z type of way, but in the third-generation-hand-me-down, these are the first pants I saw in my drawer when I woke up this morning kind of way. He has a shuffly, waddling gait;… Continue reading imagebearer
after Franz Wright The venue empties slowly then all at once, the way summer evenings do. Like a scene from a stop-motion film, the last guests filter out beneath the California sycamore trees in glimpses, illuminated in frames by the amber string lights hanging overhead. Only the bride and groom remain. They turn slowly together… Continue reading evening journey
It's a World Cup summer. I caught the game—Korea vs. Czechia—alone in my room, having missed a chunk of the first half already. I watched with bated breath. When Korea scored the equalizer, I was happy, but I didn't jump out of my seat in pure elation, and I didn't scream with joy. When the… Continue reading to you, 20 years from now
My brittle steps carried me along until, at long last, I took my final breath. I had come in sight of the sea, with its sparkling ripples, so brilliant all those summers ago, now gauzy and subdued, as if veiled in tulle. And when the seagulls cut through the clear blue sky, their cries speaking… Continue reading apricity
2 minutes away from the concert venue, streets saturated with parked cars, it dawned upon me that I had not considered the parking situation. A responsible man always considers the parking situation. Despondent but desperate, I cut my death spiral of negative thoughts short and stopped the car. I opened up a parking app on… Continue reading space orphan
You presented a bundle of little wildflowers which you had plucked for me along the way. Though I didn’t appreciate such gestures as a child, it was perhaps because I had since grown and become more wary of taking things for granted, and perhaps because the action itself was reminiscent of a simpler, fonder time,… Continue reading 그 자연이 네게 뭐라고 하니?
