MY MICHAEL

2018-08-15

I look at my watch: a quarter past eight. Quarter past eight in the morning, a clear blue day, and already I am tired. I want to sleep. But only on condition that the dreams leave me alone. p.146.

어제는 이상하게 너무 피곤해서 평소보다 일찍 잠자리에 들었다. 갑자기 꽂혀서 Mamas Gun의 Pots of Gold를 듣다가 잠들었는데, 아침 여섯 시쯤 잠깐 깼을 때도 계속 반복 재생되고 있었다. 'I don't wanna waste a lifetime chasing pots of gold. I don't wanna miss the sunshine standing in the cold. I don't wanna be the one who's left behind. I wanna catch a glimpse of life.' 어쩐지 들으면 들을수록 울고 싶어 진다. 이렇게 낙천적이고 쾌활한 노래인데. 세상에, 나는 정말 왜 이럴까.

It was a kind of wintry balance. Cautious and laborious, like going down a flight of steps slippery from the rain. Oh, to be able to rest and rest. p.61.