tres

My language mistakes in this city continue: I wanted to say, we’ll see again for sure, but I ended up saying, we’ll see forever. As if that’s not enough, this other language that I’m learning feverishly these days — Spanish — comes up in my mind in the middle of the conversation. I then quickly switch to English to correct my errors, but then the person sometimes asks me to speak in my mother tongue — Korean — instead because they find that language very beautiful, as I find theirs. At night, I organize various name cards I had received and leave my white shirt in the shower to create press effect. And today, I turn thirty-three. Treinta y tres. Sanju san. Samsib sam. The two perfect little numbers, neh?