how many times do we actually get past lives until we are too greedy?at what points do are we a product of a billion different circumstances and not our own choices? does love arrive to us like a current or a typhoon, or do we reach for it like a gift? are we ever even deserving of it when it manifests? how many times do we get it in a lifetime before we are too late to recognize it? how many forms of love are we granted?
it never ceases to amaze and intrigue me: how we are all an immensely random constellation of intersecting lives, and yet with the capacity to leave one another as war-torn as we do. in-yun is the concept in korean, that attempts to explain the unexplainable — the push and pull and eventual gravity of two human bodies who have always been on a collision course.
“did you know you only sleeptalk in korean? you’re dreaming in a language i cant understand. it’s like this entire place inside you where i can’t go.”
