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them, but they hadn't done anything wrong. When we left the interview one of the candidates in the waiting room noticed the sweat running down our faces and asked, "What kind of questions did they ask you in there to make you sweat like this?" I wanted to punch him in the face, but he hadn't done anything wrong either. It was us. We were the problem. "If you hadn't sighed first-" "So you're saying this is all my fault?" "No, no. What I'm saying is that I would've been the one to sigh." "If you had sighed first, I probably would've said, 'Shit.'" This is how our relationship went, though there wasn't a thing we had tried together that we hadn't failed at. We got on one of the subway lines that always has good airconditioning. We'd been sweating profusely and it was a very hot day. Once we had cooled off the thought occurred to us that it might be fun to finish disentangling the thread. We untied all of the knots in half an hour. Laid out on the subway seats, the sheer volume of thread was quite overwhelming. The sight of the red and blue thread on the green fabric seats was also visually striking, like a painting, or a rendering of my heart's innermost feelings. It was beautiful. "It looks pretty long." "Around fifty meters you think? No it's got to be at least a hundred. Maybe more?" "Why don't we measure it? The length of this car is around twenty meters, so if we carry the thread and go back and forth we can easily figure it out." "How do you know the car is twenty meters?" "Can't you see? It says so right there." I pointed to the sign posted over the train door. It told you how long and wide the train was, as well as the car number. When riding the subway by myself I would read this sign in a stupor. Sometimes I even memorized the car number. I imagined it would feel good to ride the same subway car of the same train more than once. Commuters who left for work at the same time everyday probably took the same train, but I doubted any of them checked the car number. Only four other passengers were in the subway car with us. None of them looked like the type who would get suspicious if we started walking up and down the length of the car

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