Steven (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} exitmusicblue) wrote,@ 2009-02-25 19:51:00 |
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a few times this past week
I've worn the same gray longsleeve shirt of mine that she wore, with its fading scent of soft orchid and a blended shade of cigarette smoke.
She buttoned up the top button of my jacket. "It looks funny that way," I said. "No one will see it at this hour," she replied.
A friend pointed out, "You'll come back in the end." Yes, I know. That life can be unfair is old news.
Other matters of note. Our video art team which teaches me more and more with each passing week. A gayageum player, labelled as little better than a kisaeng by some within my family, but who may be one of the purest souls for our complicated, increasingly decrepit era. All of this reality is almost too real for the story that I'll continue to write.
I've worn the same gray longsleeve shirt of mine that she wore, with its fading scent of soft orchid and a blended shade of cigarette smoke.
She buttoned up the top button of my jacket. "It looks funny that way," I said. "No one will see it at this hour," she replied.
A friend pointed out, "You'll come back in the end." Yes, I know. That life can be unfair is old news.
Other matters of note. Our video art team which teaches me more and more with each passing week. A gayageum player, labelled as little better than a kisaeng by some within my family, but who may be one of the purest souls for our complicated, increasingly decrepit era. All of this reality is almost too real for the story that I'll continue to write.
