“My survival depended on mapping [my mother’s] landscape and finding my routes out of it. We are all the heroes of our own stories, and one of the arts of perspective is to see yourself small on the stage of another’s story, to see the vast expanse of the world that is not about you, and to see your power, to make your life, to make others, or break them, to tell stories rather than be told by them.”
There’s a word in Korean: 인연 [in yun] — it means “providence” or “fate”. If two strangers walk by each other in the street, and their clothes accidentally brush, that means there have been eight thousand layers of 인연 between them.
THIS MAY BE THE MOST PRECISELY TARGETED A MANGA HAS EVERY BEEN FOR ME. SHIMA REALIZING HE’S IN LOVE BY THE WAY HE FEELS ABOUT MITSUMI HANDING HIM A CRAB? LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
