I moved out from Chicago. Boxes and tapes and luggages. Clothes and a random conference t-shirt stuck in the middle. Airport and passport. Indifference and uneasiness. And sounds. I’ve been noticing sounds around me. They shiver. They smile. They speak English. They speak Korean. They greet me in. They shove me away. They do all kinds of things all around me. I catch onto some of them and start counting my thoughts and his thoughts and her thoughts. I think, I hope, I am on the right road to home.


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