It’s Sunday night – or maybe Monday morning – and the moon is far fuller than I. She shines so bright, photons scattered helplessly by clouds and fog. I miss the stars. I feel it’s been years since I’ve seen the constellations I know by heart. Even here, the top of the highest building in the metro, the air and thus the clouds have not yet thinned. I stand, step back, and then leap. Void-wings snap open, beat rhythmically in time with the winds. I climb nonlinearly higher, swooping with the currents as the air itself fades away. The stars ever-so-slowly start to twinkle through the chiffon clouds. The constellations smile my way, offering a dance of warm “hello.” It’s Sunday night – or maybe Monday morning – and I think I might be okay.

우리 도망가요 시시한 헤어짐에서 멀어져요 홀로 살 것 같은 날을 버리고 둘이 다 죽을 밤으로 도망쳐요 사랑합니다 사랑합니다 눈 한 번 깜빡일 때마다 두 번 말하면서 질식해요 그렇게 강변으로 모두 내던져버려요