[오늘의 한문장] The Disappeared: Stories

I realized only then—I knew before I even inhaled, before I even pulled the smoke into my lungs, that it had been a mistake, that I had been wrong to do this, and that of course the cigarette—stale and dried out and shriveled from all that time alone—would taste nothing at all like I remembered. - P17

[오늘의 한문장] The Disappeared: Stories

There would be the richness of our lives together now, the love and goodness multiplied by two, more bodies in the house, more laughter, more fun, but also, at the end of the day, less of us. - P15

[오늘의 한문장] The Disappeared: Stories

How were we to know back then that all of that would change—that that would not be us forever, that after the first child the cigarettes would be gone forever, and after the second, the wine and late nights? - P15

[오늘의 한문장] The Disappeared: Stories

And yet, at times, there were still cracks in the dream, voices from the past that startled you, little winks from that other life, like that text message from Mitch that still glowed faintly on my phone. What happened to you, buddy? it read, in soft blue text. Where did you go? - P13

[오늘의 한문장] The Disappeared: Stories

There was always that sense that something I’d once owned had been lost, or left behind, abandoned. - P11