One day, I was 22 and I dreamt of getting out of school and starting working full-time. And then quietly, without me ever really noticing, that someday became today. That someday will be yesterday tomorrow. …

I read two of Hiroko Oyamada’s novels this week, The Hole and Weasels in the Attic. Despite their brevity, these tales lingered in my mind, leaving me entranced and unsettled. Both works explore the shadowy realms of marriage, unveiling the enigmatic, and uncomfortably ambiguous, dynamics within the central couples. Oyamada…

I sat down to write a note on how the year went. My first thought was that it would sound exceptionally boring. When my friends ask me “what’s new?”, I say “not much,” and I mean it. Most of my active hours either went to school or co-op work, fitness…

As someone who grew up in Korea and came to Canada for university, I could tell Sunho had an almost pitch-perfect Korean accent, even though he was born and raised in Canada. On the contrary, I spoke with a nearly perfect American accent to the degree where people hardly believed…

Dear reader, Today is a special day for me. It’s my 25th birthday. I don’t usually celebrate birthdays because it feels weird being congratulated for merely being born that particular day. But the age “25” hits different. Twenty-five is a quarter of a century, which feels like a significant milestone…

It’s been a while since I wrote my last post. I woke up this morning earlier than usual. Out the window was still the blue dusk of the night. There were surprisingly many cars already on the street and some lights glowing out from curtains from the building across. It…

Last week, I bumped into an old friend on my way to the McGill library. I first met him during the university orientation week. We hung out a couple of times, but then parted our ways as each of us got busier with school work. We weren’t in the same…

I have moved to Montreal the past week and quite happy where I am. The blossoms. The buttery croissants. The manicured beds of tulips. The temperate sunshine. The lovers, so many lovers, on benches, on recreation parks, and in restaurants, and dangling their feet along the quays. I often can’t…

Does opportunity matter? There is a man who is now a famous chef. When he was young, he was poor and working part-time at a small Japanese restaurant in New York. One day, a really late night after dinner service was over, he felt really hungry and asked the chef…