Isanghan (이상한)
Half of my soul was already born the day my mother entered this world. Her egg, which would later meet the seed of my father, was created during the Japanese occupation and Korean War inside my grandmother, who also created half of my mother’s soul, which was inside her before a man would enter her life, and so on and so forth.
I wonder if that is why I am so strange. All the practicality and reason burned like limited fuel by my grandmother and mother during their tumultuous times. Maybe there is only so much patience and restraint to go around in a bloodline, especially given the conservative and repressive culture my female ancestors lived in. So now, all their tender dreams, hopes, aspirations, and nostalgia have all flooded into me like a broken dam to create a strange girl on February 26, 1999, on a Friday afternoon.
Head in the clouds, always daydreaming of another world, and full of unexplainable rage.
