t's
been raining all day. Why are there so many thoughts that come to mind on a day
like this?
Where
was it? Was it Ttukseom? After breaking up with the man I was dating, I walked
along the side of the Han River without an umbrella even walked to Itaewon. Now
memories of him faded into thick fog. The rain, flowing through the hair,
moistened my cheeks, and pierced bitter chest. The only vivid memory was of
trying not to miss the wet shoes that are trying to get out of my feet.
A
woman who caught my eye waiting for a car in the rain with a man I know. 'Where
did I see her?' Although she is a woman I've seen a few times, I'm confused
because every time a man with her, it's different. My eyes always hang about
her because every time a man is no stranger. She looked conscious of me, too.
At
the beginning of my marriage, our couple lived with a roommate together in
Soho, Manhattan. All the acquaintances that knew us came in and out of our
studio like they own. Not only their friends but also their girlfriends were in
and out. Some even lived in the gray sofas in the middle of the studio until
they came to New York and settled in.
There
was an unkempt kitchen under our bedroom on one side of the big studio. Some
women used to show off their cooking skills with grocery they bought in
Chinatown. Tired of the dark, gloomy, and bustling life, I sneaked up into the
bedroom above the kitchen, whenever I could. I used to lie down on my side and
listen to the sound of cutting boards. Even now, the story of a woman I met
with my roommate several times is vivid in my ears.
It
was the sound of a woman who didn't know I was lying in the bedroom above the
kitchen, telling my roommate who was helping her beside her. The woman, who
works at a Japanese restaurant, began to talk, "The taste of beef varies
depending on the part,' she said." After all, the core of the story was
that Soo Im Lee is unattractive like the most tasteless part of beef. I have
lived with my husband for nearly 30 years even if I am not attractive. With all
her charm, why did she get dumped by our roommate?
Why
does it occur to me that she is a woman who was dumped by my former roommate?
Am I mistaken? It's a long time ago, so it's not clear, but the way she looks
at me and exudes an atmosphere that is so similar.
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