How is it, to be afraid, to be unafraid,
to be a nobody beneath a tempest.

Happiness keeps quiet, like the child
playing in the corner, lost in her game.

In two seconds you cannot: change your life. But a traffic light can.

That night, L couldn’t fall asleep. The portrait he saw hanging in Hye-gyŏng’s room lingered before his eyes.

an overgrown manchild importantly spitting / his wild image, going shopping along the main / drag of city life, greedily bringing his lips / closer to the bottle to get to the bottom / of non-things

...she yearned, like everybody does, to hear her own story, narrated and sung in the voice of those who pray, hope and sing, a story that could not be a novel but rather a song...