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    📁Childhood Home
    📁 Bridge 
    📁 Beverly Blvd
    📁 Pacific Coast Highway
    📁 Inscrutable Mass (Donut)
    📁 Room (Itaewon)
    📁 Soon Chun Hyang Hospital Bus Stop
    📁 Amtrak

I wonder what you saw today. How did you feel about it? I wonder what it reminds you of, if it reminds you of home, where you consider home. I wonder if you wonder these things about me too. Is it strange to imagine what was once a part of you is now inscrutable mass? Sometimes I voice these thoughts to you and get a non-committal lap around Jesus Square, the latest proselytization from your congregation, you drag me along the winding turns of your own faith and I pretend to keep up. I realize the way you speak English is gleaned from the Christian pamphlets where you journal your thoughts but this language feels like the sugar that coats the donuts that grace the cover of Chungdong First Methodist Church’s Voices of Hope magazine vol.4, saccharine and optimism ready to crumble, the
barely sprinkled ideological underpinnings of something that discursively discurses, there is no internal logic in faith, only the hope that there is more to life than just This, What exactly are you trying to say I interject and you talk in circles, Who is God and what is at the center of that damn donut,