Valentine's Day Memories
I won't be celebrating Valentine's Day this year because I’m traveling. Actually, at this very moment, I’m in a jail cell in downtown Seoul, where I was thrown after a bread-related incident in a park , but at least for once I have a roof over my head for the night. Spending Valentine's Day in a cell makes me reflect on my own lack of a love life. It’s so nonexistent that if I were to write a memoir about it, it would be... a pamphlet. There was a time I thought I had found the one. Yes, the memories take me back to Paris, France, in the 1800s. Me, a grumpy yet distinguished ghost coming home from my night shift at the opera, walking down a little cobblestoned alley, enjoying the stuffy Parisian spring air and the uplifting stubbornness of the French, when suddenly I noticed someone waving at me from an apartment balcony. A bright robe, decorated with lace, with delicate blue flowers embroidered on the hem. Naturally, I pretended not to notice and drifted casually past...