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Castaway : I hate people who ask for help. Because why are you asking me for directions to the bathroom when all you need to do is take one second to look around and find it for yourself? Octopus : Because it’s faster? Castaway : Yeah, but do it yourself. It’s not that hard. Octopus : But it’s not bad to ask for help. Castaway : Well, I wouldn’t. Not unless I had absolutely no other options left.…
I stand on a flat, high-altitude plain scattered with rocks of various sizes, sparse grass and wildflowers filling the cracks between them. The uninterrupted line of dirt and smaller stones stretching before and behind me gives the impression that this place has rarely seen bipedal life—or, if it has, it is during a time when it looks nothing like it does today. Maybe it is the foggy air that…
When the day finally cracks open, who is by your side? The first song of a sorrowful bird. The skeleton stitch of a spider’s web. The fresh blood that drips from a kiss-bitten lip. Or are you alone? The light breath under the wing of a dragonfly. The forgotten baby tooth under the bed. The drop of rain that never knows the touch of a soft petal of a sunflower. All I think of is you. And how small…
FERRYMAN Forgive the interruption. I am merely a stationary feature of the threshold, tasked with ferrying the demands of heroes as they pass through in search of relief from their tiresome journeys to the guardians of where we all stand within. (beat) But before I let you in, I must finish my opening speech. (clears throat) . . . . . Heroes! Chosen ones! Hear ye, hear ye! All 218 of you uniquely…
At the beginning of the year, I registered for an online course created by Sundance to write a solid outline for a feature film that was ready to be written in script form. Since most of my work has been less than 20 pages, I thought this was a great way to push myself to write something longer. I purposely signed up for the late March class to hopefully come up with some sort of story I would…
What is destiny but the time of a life moving in orbit according to the gravity of who you are? People are born with qualities that shape how time and circumstances move around them, making them difficult to change on their own. Family, living conditions, and personality all contribute to the unique gravity a person carries, which, in turn, shapes the important times and events of their life. It…
https://open.spotify.com/track/3n6tXOLOrgMiXTAsTBNWDj?si=4f4ffcb99a6f4c33 Like the moon orbiting the earth, the earth orbiting the sun, the sun orbiting the larger Milky Way galaxy, on a smaller scale, there are ideas orbiting my head over and over again without a clear starting point or finish line. I am where I am supposed to be, no, everyone else is living a connected life, yes, I enjoy…
Last week, I tried to write a personal essay—an observational piece—on Korean “young 40s” 1 . To be clear, this isn’t about everyone in their forties, but a specific subset: those in positions of power whose ambition, habits, and behaviors I’ve observed closely in my professional experience. I wrote it all out and even pressed publish, but I unpublished it not long after. The speed of my own…
These days, I find myself avoiding social interactions, even with the closest of friends. It’s true that I’m busier than before, working at two restaurants instead of one, but if I really wanted to, I could make the time. I think this avoidance has largely to do with my dread of the question, “How are you these days?” I know how this may sound to passing ears, but no, I don’t think this is…
I have wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember. In elementary school, I wrote romance stories on loose printer paper and passed them around the classroom so the girls could read them like magazine issues. By fourth grade, when I got my first pink Dell laptop, I told my mom I wasn’t going to school because I needed time to write and become a writer. Running alongside this obsession was…