Title: Walk (한 달째 산책)
Piano edition

There was a time when I spent most of my nights walking. I wasn't necessarily health-conscious then; on the other hand, I was feeding myself nothing but sweet and spicy food. So walking was not a measure of physical well-being. Rather, a psychological one. 

My static room resonated too intensely with the thought of him. I had to move, walk, see the ever-changing view to divert my attention elsewhere. Anything immobile bored me immediately, and my thought would inevitably wander over to a place that would make tear me down. I didn't want to cry - not as much as I did.

So I walked. From sundown to late at night, I'd walk the lighted streets of Seoul. The river looked so lethally calm, it swallowed my petty worries. 

This continued for months at end, when I realized I wanted to stay in my room and read book, maybe.

walking for a month (piano)

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