A Person Living today
It’s been a while.
One winter, I broke up with a girl who often nagged me for reviewing and managing my by-gone pictures every night. A few days later, out of curiosity and concern for her heartbroken mind, I visited her personal social media page. I can’t recall her title message at that time exactly, but it perhaps had been changed to “A person living in today.”
After seeing the title, I deleted all of, but not many, entries about her on this blog. Although I met several more women afterwards, this had never happened before and has never happened as well even after that case. 
That was how I answered to the person living today.
Sep. 2013, E100VS, Shintanjin

A Person Living today

It’s been a while.

One winter, I broke up with a girl who often nagged me for reviewing and managing my by-gone pictures every night. A few days later, out of curiosity and concern for her heartbroken mind, I visited her personal social media page. I can’t recall her title message at that time exactly, but it perhaps had been changed to “A person living in today.”

After seeing the title, I deleted all of, but not many, entries about her on this blog. Although I met several more women afterwards, this had never happened before and has never happened as well even after that case. 

That was how I answered to the person living today.

Sep. 2013, E100VS, Shintanjin

The Sound of Falling Apart
Once I had a friend who used to talk with me nearly every day online. This friend got through her personal hardships when we used to talk with each other, and then she finally settled down from her ordeal. As that happened, my conversations with her became infrequent, and our friendship started to wilt; we hardly spoke to each other unless we had an urgent topic to share. 
Although this friend lived far away, I once made time to meet her again during my business trip to the town where she lived, after virtually two-years of not speaking. During our meeting, after catching up on each other’s lives, I noticed her unquiet eyes, seemingly implying to me that she didn’t know what else to say. Unlike most falling-apart cases in which friendships faded out quietly, seeing a friend literally falling apart in front of me drove me to speechlessness as well. 
Despite the fact that one hour of free time was given to me out of my work, I left the place early, not using all of my time. Though there was no need to hurry, I strode quickly back to my work and started to work more laboriously. 
I didn’t want to hear the howling sound of falling apart that would echo longer in my heart if I walked slowly back to my work. 
Mar. 2007, RVP, Incheon

The Sound of Falling Apart

Once I had a friend who used to talk with me nearly every day online. This friend got through her personal hardships when we used to talk with each other, and then she finally settled down from her ordeal. As that happened, my conversations with her became infrequent, and our friendship started to wilt; we hardly spoke to each other unless we had an urgent topic to share. 

Although this friend lived far away, I once made time to meet her again during my business trip to the town where she lived, after virtually two-years of not speaking. During our meeting, after catching up on each other’s lives, I noticed her unquiet eyes, seemingly implying to me that she didn’t know what else to say. Unlike most falling-apart cases in which friendships faded out quietly, seeing a friend literally falling apart in front of me drove me to speechlessness as well. 

Despite the fact that one hour of free time was given to me out of my work, I left the place early, not using all of my time. Though there was no need to hurry, I strode quickly back to my work and started to work more laboriously. 

I didn’t want to hear the howling sound of falling apart that would echo longer in my heart if I walked slowly back to my work. 

Mar. 2007, RVP, Incheon