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Wings

Wings by Park Hyoung-Su Translated by Sora Kim-Russell hen my friend K of the beautiful bald head died, this evillooking hag showed up at the funeral with her kid in tow and put up a big front, wailing about how she was O's mistress and therefore deserved to be treated with respect by his surviving family, so I approached her carefully and took her by the arm and told her this was not the funeral for the great O, where even mistresses were welcome, but the funeral of my friend K of the beautiful bald head, and though he was bald, he was barely thirty and a bachelor, whereupon the old hag glared at me as if to say "We'll see about that," then polished off a bowl of yukkaejang and slipped out. Anyway, this has nothing to do with any of that, but I can see into the future. The future that I will talk about from here on out takes place 170 years from now, that is, when all the rational people got the heck out of the solar system and the earth became a hotbed of radioactivity, cockroaches, and Freemasons: the year 2175. Humankind failed to http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture University of Hawai'I Press

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by Park Hyoung-Su Translated by Sora Kim-Russell hen my friend K of the beautiful bald head died, this evillooking hag showed up at the funeral with her kid in tow and put up a big front, wailing about how she was O's mistress and therefore deserved to be treated with respect by his surviving family, so I approached her carefully and took her by the arm and told her this was not the funeral for the great O, where even mistresses were welcome, but the funeral of my friend K of the beautiful bald head, and though he was bald, he was barely thirty and a bachelor, whereupon the old hag glared at me as if to say "We'll see about that," then polished off a bowl of yukkaejang and slipped out. Anyway, this has nothing to do with any of that, but I can see into the future. The future that I will talk about from here on out takes place 170 years from now, that is, when all the rational people got the heck out of the solar system and the earth became a hotbed of radioactivity, cockroaches, and Freemasons: the year 2175. Humankind failed to

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Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture – University of Hawai'I Press

Published: Apr 25, 2012

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