Did you ever have a fresh wound, and you put it under the water to clean it, and for a second, the quality of the pain takes your breath away? Really, your breath hitches and you think, god, this is real.

Sometimes, when I think of korea, it’s like that. Not as a physical pain, but in the paralyzed moment, the catch of breath, and I don’t know what to do in that instant with the feeling of missing those places.