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"It was a subway performance. Our theme was about tying together the broken pieces of the modern man's soul. ‌ Something like that." "How long have you two been up to this? Just so you know, art doesn't really suit you guys." M was busy working the computer keyboard. He was probably pulling another prank. I wondered what comment he was writing below the picture. "It's been awhile. We just hadn't talked to you about it. In fact, just recently we did a little performance on a bus." "What did you do on the bus?" I imagined a bus. What could we have done on a bus? On a bus you have a driver, seats, a stop bell, some handles‌ "We stuffed a huge nest of thread in the compartment behind the seats, where all the ads are." "What for?" "I wanted to see what the passengers could do with the thread. It was an experiment." "What did they do?" I tried to think about all the things a person could do with blue thread and came up blank. I put my hand over the receiver and asked M, who was still typing away at the computer. "Strangle the person sitting in front of you," he said. "They weren't very imaginative," I said to the friend. "Most people just played cat's cradle with the person next to them." "I'm a little surprised by all this. Listen, let me call you back." After hanging up, I read what M had posted online. It said, 'Maybe the man was trying to use the blue thread to tie up the train.' "That's pretty weak." "Is it? I must not be very imaginative. I'll have to think about it some more." We lay down again to think about what else we could do with blue thread, but soon we were feeling sleepy. By the time we woke, it was seven o'clock in the evening. It was getting dark outside. We'd been robbed of time. Everything was moving too fast. I'd believed that even the first quarter of my life hadn't ended, but it occurred to me now that my friend might be right; maybe the second half of our lives had already begun. We had been asleep in the locker room, while everybody else in the stadium was out there

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[korean short stories]kim junghyuk, the glass shield  
[korean short stories]kim junghyuk, the glass shield  
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