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P'ul Recumbent

P'ul Recumbent By Kim Sagwa Translated by Bruce and Ju-Chan Fulton 1 I was off my rocker that spring. All day I traipsed around like a lunatic, gadding about the city from morning to night, my volition siphoned to my feet. Don't you go another step, I'd order them, but do you suppose they listened? Sit-down meals were out of the question, so I nibbled on a loaf of bread as I walked. Late at night when I slogged back to my parents' apartment complex I cried tears of exhaustion. Hunger didn't attack me until I was back inside, pussyfooting through the dark living room. I'd have to dart to the fridge and shovel food into my mouth before plunging into bed. And sleep, heavy and sweet, swept over me like an earthquake and I was out cold till morning, when I opened my eyes and rushed back out to the street before my family noticed. As I cut across the deserted complex I harbored a thought--I had made a huge mistake and my life was a total wreck and I deserved to die. But what was my mistake? I couldn't come up with an answer. Sitting on a bench http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture University of Hawai'I Press

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By Kim Sagwa Translated by Bruce and Ju-Chan Fulton 1 I was off my rocker that spring. All day I traipsed around like a lunatic, gadding about the city from morning to night, my volition siphoned to my feet. Don't you go another step, I'd order them, but do you suppose they listened? Sit-down meals were out of the question, so I nibbled on a loaf of bread as I walked. Late at night when I slogged back to my parents' apartment complex I cried tears of exhaustion. Hunger didn't attack me until I was back inside, pussyfooting through the dark living room. I'd have to dart to the fridge and shovel food into my mouth before plunging into bed. And sleep, heavy and sweet, swept over me like an earthquake and I was out cold till morning, when I opened my eyes and rushed back out to the street before my family noticed. As I cut across the deserted complex I harbored a thought--I had made a huge mistake and my life was a total wreck and I deserved to die. But what was my mistake? I couldn't come up with an answer. Sitting on a bench

Journal

Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & CultureUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: May 11, 2017

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