“He thought of these yers as another life within the one he had. As though it were a thing he was able… — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
“He thought of these years as another life within the one he had. As though it were a thing he was able… — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
“This momentary bridge. The wonder of a shared memory, returned. Of a place once theirs and a life that had already been… — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
“He did not understand how a life could vanish. How that was even possible. How it could close in an instant before… — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
“He thought of these yers as another life within the one he had. As though it were a thing he was able to carry.… — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
“For a moment, he was still that man, a boy, in that country, in that harbor, with his back to the years that had… — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
“He imagined the tailor as a young man and his journey here, crossing an ocean on a slow-moving ship as he himself did. He… — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
“One night, returning to the house, he went into his father’s shed. He stared at the unsold pots and the vases on the shelves,… — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
“He thought of these years as another life within the one he had. As though it were a thing he was able to carry.… — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
“This momentary bridge. The wonder of a shared memory, returned. Of a place once theirs and a life that had already been lived.” — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
“One time the scent of the old man appeared in the air: some combination of tobacco and citrus and soap. It was fleeting yet… — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
“Standing there, in his father’s shed, he knew that there had been, between them, affection and even tenderness. That his father had never been… — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
“He did not understand how a life could vanish. How that was even possible. How it could close in an instant before you could… — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
“But as he grew older he thought less of it, grew accustomed to the days lived. Each day he climbed the hill, as he… — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
“It was as though someone, somewhere, were dreaming this and he had crossed into it without permission. Everything both familiar and foreign.” — Paul Yoon Copy Share Image
