091. Beige and White (1)

Late at night.

Time to briefly shed ‘Seo Jia’s’ clothes and return to being ‘Seo Ye-eun,’ wearing nothing but a T-shirt.

Honestly, I have no idea how many more years I’ll have to live like this.

A position I can barely hold onto, only by continuing to sweat long after the sun goes down.

It won’t vanish overnight like a bubble, but still.

Sometimes I think of myself as a bird gliding with its wings spread wide.

Maybe they don’t flap very hard.

As if they aren’t aiming for anything higher.

All of them: alcohol, cigarettes, men.

…And sex...