On the subway home

I had a stupid car accident yesterday. It was my stupid mistake. I have to pay about 200,000 KRW even if I am covered by insurance. I am getting increasingly absent-minded these days.

Because my car is in a repair center now, I had to take a bus this morning. Right now, I am on the subway home. This makes me tired, using mass transportation.

I am writing this post on iPhone using Poster app, while listening to an audiobook called “bright lights, big city”. I listen to the book to take my less than satisfactory level of English to a higher level.

I don’t know how long I have to live. 30 years, 3 years, or 3 months. But one thing certain is I have nothing impending or highly meaningful now that Heesun is not here.

I can learn all major European languages, learn to play piano and violin. Or even other crazy and unthinkable things. But nothing changes the picture in which I will be a man sleeping in his bed alone every night.

I JUST DON’T CARE.

By the way, I should do this shit of taking bus and subway again tomorrow. I hate it. And again, that doesn't change the big gloomy picture.