I Leave It Up to You

by Jinwoo Chong

“We are all just trying to stay alive.”

A writer wants to die face-first in their typewriter, at work on the next best thing.

What do you say to a group of people that you spent years of your life trying very hard not to see, not to think about, not to talk to more than a couple times a year, anything, and are just now coming around to meeting as if for the first time?

Believe what you want, but sushi happens to be nothing but the practice of simple and regimented knife work.

Then I’d think to myself that there was more to loving something than smiling at it.

“Guilt is a very important and healthy part of society. All mothers know this.”

It’s like, when something that bad happens to somebody you say you love, you find out whether you’ve been telling the truth. Or not.

They’ll say never telling you is not the same as lying to you.

Time was such a stupid fucking scam. I had wasted so much of it. There wasn’t enough anymore to tell myself that I’d done it well, any of it.