Bookstore

by happenchance, I opened the door,
opened, too, a world I haven’t seen before,
a father, crouched down, reading a book
a mother, calling their son to take a look

this bookstore, a microcosm of eclectic stories
fireworks of intellects, memories, and histories,
world unknown, unseeable, unimaginable to the rest,
perhaps best kept hidden inside, as a place blessed

let its glories be passed onto this child
let it sow seeds of dreams to keep him smile

1.8.2022

Review – Dostoevsky’s Double

In a lazy summer of 2015, I picked up on a book in a yard sale in front of a house where I lived. It was not my house, but it was one that I loved. Feeling somewhat directionless, I picked up the book, The Double, written by Dostoevsky.

In the book, I found an old piece of paper, hand-written by two writers, strangers to each other, addressing to the other. A writer asked, should their lives be consumed by love so important, yet so ephemeral.

A note shared by two strangers wrought with passionate attraction to each other. This, all the more, made the book more interesting subject to read. Has this book by Dostoevsky been the catalyst between these individuals? Intrigued, instead of procrastinating reading this one along with the rest of the books, I made a resolution to read at least one of the novels in the book to see what drew these two strangers together.

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마음

가끔은
알지 못하던 진실을 알게 되었을 때
살점이 찢어 뜯겨 나가는듯한 고통이 찾아 온다.
정신을 차리고 돌아 봤을 땐
무엇이 중요한지 잊을 때가 있다.

그럴 땐 나는 뛰기 시작 한다.
앞만 보고 모든걸 놓고 뛴다.
헐떡이는 폐와 심장이
비로소 나는 살아 있다는 걸
깨닫게 해준다.

살아있는 이 감사함에
다시 한번 발을 내딛는다.
11.17.2021