Imagine yourself as a pool of light and sound altering as all your days run through you, and they pass again and again. From moment to moment, you ar… - Alexander Chee

A world he’d waited for to be born came into being with my return to him, and I was now the source of it. I

Had he himself ever felt Korean inside, for example? How would he know? Wouldn’t it just feel like . . . himself? Whatever he’d felt, it was probably not what Scott felt. But also, he was Korean American, not Korean, a distinction he had never been able to explain sufficiently to the white people in his life so far,

The weight of him pressed me out. I felt covered, safe; something dark in me retreated and, for what felt like the first time in the arms of a man, I felt safe. I was still me — the switch was not flicked, but the terrible feeling haunting me then didn't reach me. Which is one of the things that love can feel like. Peter stayed there for some time. He may have fallen asleep at some point. And so it is that when I hear stories of how thin he became, I can't reconcile them with the weight of the boy who pinned me to myself, made me feel the place in me where I attached to the world.