Kyung-sook Shin

All throughout my city life, when I think of how he must’ve gone back into that run-down little shop and wept, my hand goes to my forehead, my heart calms down, and I feel a kind of patience and endurance in the face of most things I may be dealing with in the current moment.

Some objects just disappear like that. Not thrown away, not taken out, not donated or destroyed, just lost in time at some point and then they slowly fade from our memory. Leaving behind an echo of It was like that, it was like that back then

What was I to do now? How am I to live? I cried out to the land and the sky, Why do you do this to me?