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[ I AM THOU, THOU ART I ]
강예준 1994
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thou art i: the wild card
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“what..?” the unwarranted application stares back expectantly in the form of a single eye as the logo. the screen presents the latter as it waits patiently for its user to type. was all of this directed at goro..? it had only been a few moments since she had discovered the eye-logo’d app sitting right in the middle of her touch screen. assuming it was a virus, it was immediately deleted. and yet it returns, back to its original position completely untouched.
“goro.” disrupted by a gruff call to her a name, one that she’s finally getting used to, she finds a man in black looming over the doorway, finely cut and clean. however, the look he spares is voided of any pleasantries. no greetings were shared, not even a welcome home. it was the norm of this place.
“yes, sir?” “make dinner.” he leaves the hall without a response. goro never had the chance to start homework.
dinner was always quiet seeing as goro was the only one who had ever occupied the table. It could be said that the stillness of the evening made for the perfect time to recollect the day and maybe even catch a breather, but that could be said for just about any point of the day. goro’s natural isolation was one that she had already welcomed long before.
only this time, for the very first time, goro wasn’t alone in the dining room, and the silence of it all wasn’t pleasant in the slightest. it was suffocating. sitting directly adjacent to the girl was the same man, completely out of place with the entire kitchen. is he pegging goro to speak, or was he meant to purposely intrude without question. eating here for a change? but the very question sounded more like a trap, like a set up to give the looming man a reason to glare at her, not like he needed one to begin with. so she remains just as silent, fiddling with her phone deliberately just so that she wouldn’t feel obligated to even acknowledge him. starting with the metanav…
“what might your plans for the rest of the week?” … well that was not anticipated. “outside of studies? not much else.”
just what on earth was he planning to have him suddenly spark conversation out of the blue? his face was- as usual - undecipherable. “i must reserve the apartment prior to the following week. for the duration of that week, i can’t allow you to stay here.” ...what? “...yes.” this was entirely incomprehensible, but not surprising in the least. what was she suppose to say now? for whatever reason she was to leave the house for a week, was it any of her business? of course the man was challenging her to talk back, or so she believes. though her face never creases, the only reaction she wills herself to give was a smile so nominal her lips hardly move.
“however as compensation for agreeing, i do believe some context is in order.” it was only for a week, finding a place to stay would have to come later.
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