Sunday, April 06, 2025

Joy, a moon traveler

Joy, a rabbit, wants to migrate to the moon.

She admires the moon so much.

She tries to figure out how to reach the moon.

She finds that the moon touches the ground on some nights.

Whenever it touches the ground, she runs to it.

But the moon rises before she can reach it.

She watches the moon carefully.

She starts to run before the sun goes down.

Still, she cannot reach the moon before it is off the ground.

During the day, she eats well and rests.

During the night, she runs to the moon as soon as she can.

Still, she cannot reach the moon before it is off the ground.

While running to the moon, she meets people.

One of them is a wise man.

He does not say much.

He watches her running to the moon.

She knows that he is watching her.

One day, she talks to the man.

“Why do you watch me?”

“Because I enjoy it.”

“What’s the fun in watching me run?”

“You keep running. That’s it.”

“Do you know why I am running?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.”

Joy, a moon traveler, keeps on running.

Tuesday, October 06, 2020

Rob, a mind reader

There was a boy.

He could hear other people’s thoughts.

It helped. He could understand why one of his friends got annoyed.

But it wasn’t consistent.

Sometimes he could hear full conversations in someone’s mind. Other times — especially when he needed it most — there was only silence.

He learned to live with the inconsistency.

He also learned how to keep a poker face when he did hear something.

Reacting to a thought was usually... strange.

Not reacting to a word could be rude, but it was better than strange.

He became quiet, avoiding anything too specific in conversation.

In contrast, his understanding of people grew deeper.

He learned that what people say often contains very little truth.

He went to college.

He studied English literature.

Reading felt like hearing someone else’s thoughts.

He didn’t need to speak while reading. It was safe.

He loved books.

There was a girl in one of his classes who seemed to love books, too.

She was quiet.

She was beautiful.

She had tight lips, white skin, and black hair.

He couldn’t hear her thoughts.

That was... unusual.

He liked her. He wanted to be her friend.

Except for one moment — the moment everything changed.

They bumped into each other just outside class.

He felt startled — then quickly relieved, even excited.

He briefly thought: Maybe this is my chance to talk to her.

But what he heard was a grumpy: “Ugh, this guy again.”

His heart froze.

He never found the courage to talk to her again.

They had a couple more classes together, but both graduated without ever speaking.

Eventually, he was hired by a good publishing company.

He was still quiet, but he could read minds — and that helped. Especially with upper managers.

One day, there was a meeting.

His boss was supposed to lead it, but she asked him to take over — probably something to do with her son, who was having trouble.

He stepped into the meeting.

She was there.

The girl from college.

Still beautiful — her hair now a little shorter.

He was surprised and delighted, though his poker face showed nothing.

She said, “Rob, I didn’t know you work here.”

He was stunned that she remembered his name.

She must have come to publish a book. But strangely, she didn’t want to talk much about her manuscript.

Most authors in that room were like salespeople — eager, persuasive. But not her.

She didn’t even bring it up.

The manuscript was short. Probably poetry, he thought.

He asked what it was about.

She was quiet.

He had so many questions he didn’t ask: How have you been? Are you a full-time writer? Are you seeing anyone?

The meeting was brief.

All he had was her email and manuscript, passed along through his boss.

He told her he’d be in touch after reading it.

She said nothing. He still couldn’t hear her thoughts.

That evening, he came home early, made instant noodles, and opened her manuscript.

He had resisted the temptation to read it at the office — he wanted uninterrupted time. Two solid hours.

It wasn’t poetry.

It was a story.

A girl falling in love with a boy.

But the narrator wasn’t the girl.

It was the boy.

The story began:


"She is quiet.

She is beautiful.

She has tight lips, white skin, and black hair.

I cannot hear her thoughts. It's a little strange."


After finishing the manuscript, he wrote — and deleted — about a hundred emails.

Finally, at around 1 a.m., he sent one:

"Can we meet tomorrow?"

The reply came instantly.

"Yes,"

...followed by:

"But it wasn’t me. You never heard my thoughts."

He didn’t sleep that night.

He watched the sky turn from black to grey to gold.

Very bright gold.

Monday, August 24, 2020

잠을 못자서...

아마 저녁을 굶기 시작한 후부터, 점심이 부실하면 숙면을 못 취하는 것 같습니다. 출근해서 회사에 있을 때에는 규칙적이어서 괜찮은데, 주말동안에 집에 있거나, 회사에 나오더라도 회사 식당을 열지 않을 때에는 컵라면으로 때우게 되는 경우가 많아서 그러네요. 주말 이틀동안 잔 시간은 긴데, 푹 자질 못하니 몸이 엉망입니다.

오늘은 최대한 어려운 결정은 미뤄야 하겠습니다. 답답한 보고를 받았을 경우에는 잘못 피드백을 드릴 수 있을 것 같군요.

하늘은 가을하늘입니다. 묘하게 아름답네요.

Saturday, August 15, 2020

2020년이라고요?

Facebook에 글을 많이 썼었는데, 아무래도 보는 눈들이 많아서 글 하나 쓰기에도 눈치가 보이네요. 다른 대안을 찾다가 예전에 글쓰던 곳을 다시 찾았습니다.

참 징하게 비가 오래 오는 2020년이고, COVID-19으로 세상이 송두리째 바뀐 2020년이고, 그래도 덕분에 식구들이 함께 살게 된 2020년입니다. Kaylin도 이제 소녀티를 벗고 있어서, 물고 빨고 할 시간도 얼마 남지 않은 것 같은데, 다행입니다.

어려운 시간을 잘 견뎌내시죠. 이 시간을 견딘 후에 Santorini 같은 곳에서 가족들과 함께 저녁 식사를 할 생각을 하면, 멋질 것 같긴 합니다. Santorini 노래를 부를 때, 처 데리고 휙 하니 다녀올 것 하는 후회가 있습니다. 이럴 줄 알았나요.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

또 비가 옵니다.

여름학기라 강의시간에 쫓기지 않아, 갑자기 쏟아지는 소낙비에 학교갈 시간을 마냥 늦춥니다. 거 참 시원하게 쏟아지내요.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

비가 옵니다.

봄비라고 하기에는 조금 늦지만, 새소리가 묻힐 만큼 넉넉한 비가 넘치지 않게 오고 있습니다. 비가 들이칠 걱정일랑은 잊고 이층창을 열고 비내리는 것을 보고 앉았습니다. 이 참에 애기랑 애기 엄마도 근처 의자에 아무말 않고 도란도란 앉았으면 했더니, 비가 그 맘을 알았는지 조용히 잦아듭니다. 빗물은 집밖을 타고 흐릅니다.

Monday, February 14, 2011

도시락 II

시크한 우리 부부는 결혼 후에 서로에게 쿨해져버렸...














는 줄 알았는데, 따뜻한 도시락으로 맘 짠하게 해줍니다. 4가지 반찬이 알루미늄 호일 칸막이 사이로 마구 웃어주고 있습니다. 공사하느라 시끄러운 연구실 방 한 구석에서 모니터가 흐릿해가며 점심을 먹었습니다. 게다가 무려 2월 14일입니다.