Sang Young Park

The pout of his thin lips provoked an urge to tease him with everything I had in my arsenal as well as a conflicting urge to give him everything in my heart, my world.

Therefore, we’re universes tasting the universe.

Each of us is a universe and, as part of the larger universe, we live and move and have relations with each other—isn’t that fascinating?

I like the universe that is you.

shape of my chest, the length of my arms, my whole body seemed to exist in order to fit perfectly with his, and his warm head against my chest made me feel I was hugging something as vast and precious as a universe

I’ve seen too many people ruined by their art or their convictions

That summer, I was totally obsessed. Obsessed and possessed

I wanted to listen to him all night, for many nights on end. I wanted to fit together his fragmented pieces and complete the puzzle of him in my mind. The life that was unknown to me, the habits I wasn’t aware of, even his breath—I wanted to reconfigure them all and make them my own

It’s like we’re the last two people on Earth.

He would wave until the bus turned a corner and I vanished completely from his sight. He was the first person who had ever gazed after me that way.