Thursday

I have some questions.

Most of the time, they go unanswered. It's usually pretty simple stuff.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where..."

"What time do we start..."

"What is this? Do I eat it?"

I don't mind when the simple questions go unanswered. I'll find out soon enough anyway, but I have some other questions, and when I'm through asking the first lot, I expect to hear some answers. Clear answers.

I'm not quite sure who from though.

I'm waiting for the subway again, rolling through the dark underground, trying to write by artificial light. When does the next car come? 지하철? 언제?

Soon. It's coming soon.

3 more days. I am counting down on my planner every day. Perhaps in 3 days, something really will happen. Maybe not. Maybe it will just be thursday. Maybe the world will end. Maybe it will begin.

The man sitting next to me notices that I am trying to write something while standing in he crowded subway. He makes space and motions for me to sit. He is staring over my shoulder the whole time, as if he can read what I'm writing. I would think that he can, except that he seems so interested.

What do you want?

3 days.

Soon. It is coming soon.