My Memories and Dreams
I remember my first Salmon Teriyaki from Zen in Paris. My mind was just blown away with a single bite. I’ve been to Paris for numerous times before, but I was always skeptic about going to that restaurant due to my belief that in Paris, I should always eat Parisian food or a least a Western-style food. Because I could always eat Asian food when I return to Korea. But for an unknown reason, I went to that restaurant when I was fifteen and I fell in love instantly. Even till now the taste lingers within my mouth, and I would always go to Zen every time I go to Paris.
I remember buying my first CD: 1975’s I Like It When You Sleep, for You Are So Beautiful And Yet So Unaware of It.
I remember watching Call Me By Your Name after hesitating to watch it for six months. I loved it.
I remember whenever I would go watch the Phantom of the Opera, I would always hear the sound of my first Phantom of the Opera which I watched in the West End, London. The specific sound, music, and the pronunciation of the actors hovering in my head.
I remember sitting in front of Jackson Pollock’s One: Number 31 in MoMA.
I remember being overwhelmed with the size, the techniques, and everything. There are simply no humanly possible ways to describe how I felt.
I remember listening to the 1975’s song every minute, every hour, every day and every week for three months.
I remember listening to Harry Potter audiobooks every time I would get in my mother’s car.
I remember memorizing all the words and sentences.
I remember a dream I dreamt after I watched Star Wars for a million times. I remember I was being chased by Star Wars character at my home in my dream. I remember trying to hide from the characters, so I hid under my blanket and fell asleep in my dream. Then I remember dreaming again — within my original dream, like the movie Inception — only to be chased by Star Wars characters over and over again.
I remember putting off a fire in my dream or was I the fire that was being ceased.
I remember being at a concert in my dream. All of the audiences were wearing “Darth Vader” masks.
I remember when it rained heavily, and the laundries would not dry and give off a disgusting and weird odor.
I remember bumping my chin on a black round ball — though I don’t really remember what that was being six at that time — at a playground in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. It hurt so much that even though I don’t remember how it happened or why I was there, but I remember the pain.
I remember not being able to move while I was in sleep. I was paralyzed and I sunk into the deep deep black hole.
I remember trying to move but the only thing moving was my mind.
I remember regretting the fact that I didn’t watch Call Me By Your Name at the movie theaters because I was indecisive.
I remember breaking my left toe. I was running across the room to get something, but I accidentally hit my foot on a metal chair.
I remember it was so painful that not a single sound came out of my mouth.
I remember not realizing what had just happened and walked as if I was just fine.
I also remember not being able to go to the hospital because it was a public holiday in Korea so everything was closed.
I remember breaking my right toe.
I remember doing nothing. Out of the blue, I just stood up and went to my room.
I remember hitting my foot — while I was wearing a slipper that covered my foot — on a stack of books. I never imagined I would break my toe again.
