July 11. Wet eyes and all.

A bit ill. I spend the night and the better half of the day in the jimjilbang. Try to do some writing from 4:30 in the afternoon. Before that, I’ve seen a father going to the jimjilbang with his sun and I cried when he carefully helped the child into the water. Cried! I mean, with wet eyes and all. I im so glad I can do that.

One thought on “July 11. Wet eyes and all.

  1. One night, I was lying on my bed gazing at the beautiful moon and stars and I thought to myself… “Where the %#$! did my roof go?!”

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