Unfinished List of Curiosity
When we finally meet, there are so many things that I would like for you to tell me. I would like to start with a question: Where did you gain your maturity? Was it on the ground with your scrapped knees after you fell off your bike? Perhaps, unfortunately, on your beloved grandfather's deathbed, watching him getting paler every single day. Maybe, in the backseat of your friend's car as you laughed over that shared fun experience during your high school years. Whatever your answer would be, I hope I would respond correctly with either tears of symphaty or happiness. It would take awhile for me to tell you where I gained mine. But, you would know the place already: my hometown. Specifically in a 4 metres by 5 metres room in the second floor of my childhood home. A silent witness to teenage heartbreaks, friendship breakups, pages of revised thesis, endless storytelling by different authors, endless serving of literal and metaphorical tea, hot niku udon , and sleepovers. A silent...
