[오늘의 한문장] The Disappeared: Stories

And yet, at times, there were still cracks in the dream, voices from the past that startled you, little winks from that other life, like that text message from Mitch that still glowed faintly on my phone. What happened to you, buddy? it read, in soft blue text. Where did you go? - P13

[오늘의 한문장] The Disappeared: Stories

There was always that sense that something I’d once owned had been lost, or left behind, abandoned. - P11

[오늘의 한문장] The Disappeared: Stories

When did I become the person who listened to such sounds and not the person who made them? - P11

[오늘의 한문장] The Disappeared: Stories

I’d always enjoyed sitting in it with a book and a glass of wine, sometimes a mixed drink. These were the simple pleasures of my life these days—the way I spent those two or three hours in the evenings after work, just after the kids had fallen asleep. Did I want more? - P10

[오늘의 한문장] The Disappeared: Stories

What I wanted to say was that I’d somehow lost sight of how to discern things like right and wrong and that when it came to matters like murder and death, it was all just sad to me. It wasn’t about being justified or not. It was about something very sad that had happened to two human beings and their families. Beyond that, there was not much to say. - P6