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- Author: Dolki Min
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- Genre: Contemporary Literary Fiction
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I,m off to work early. This isn’t a regular occurrence. It’s out of necessity
today because he says his house is only empty in the morning. He has too
many choice qualities for me to let him slip through my fingers. And by
“qualities,” I of course mean physical ones. I don’t know what kind of
human he is: what he likes to eat, his favorite color, the kind of music he’s
into these days. None of these interest me. We’ve simply exchanged a few
words in a chat room and made a date. A fairly good-looking twenty-sevenyear-old male—height 173 cm, weight 65 kg. And an eight-inch cock.
That’s all I know. Oh, and one more thing, he lives at the top of a sixteenstory apartment building.
Right now, I’m heading there on the subway. You have no idea how
relieved I am to be here, sitting pretty. So overjoyed, I could burst into
tears. No matter how you couch it, riding the subway feels disgusting: you
dangle like ripe fruit from a hanging vine, squeezed in among humans
swarming like bees. Especially on a day like this, when I’m not in top form,
it gets harder to find my center of gravity on only two legs. That being said,
the subway is so much better than the bus. It’s a miracle if I don’t fall over
in those rattling steel-barred cells they call buses.
It must have been two or three years after I settled down here. I didn’t
really have anything to do, nor any place in particular I needed to be, so I
prowled the streets until, exhausted, with nothing to show for it, I dragged
my body to a bus stop. No, I must have brought myself there unconsciously.
I didn’t plan to take the bus home. But in those days, I was unaware that the
subway stopped running at a certain time. I had seen people hail taxis a few
times, but the prospect of trying it myself overwhelmed me with fear. Back
then, just raising a hand up so that a driver could see it was an onerous task.
I wouldn’t have been able to endure the scrutiny of someone looking
directly at the shape of my hand. Just imagining it made my hair stand on
end. If I am to be completely honest, it keeps me from catching taxis to this
day. Once, I plucked up the courage and stuck my hand out to hail one and
a toe popped out on my elbow; the taxi driver, eyes nearly popping out of
his head, yanked the wheel and sped away. From then on, I’ve always kept
my distance from taxis.
But there are steep s
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