Sometimes I think becoming a mother destroyed me.

Gray dirt, blue sky. The potato skins had white eyes.

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.