Letter #83: A Time Called You
Good morning, Erin. Time travel. Soul mates. Jeon Yeo-been. These are a few of my favorite things. Need I say more? …look, we both know I’m going to say more, whether I need to or not. For example, do I need to tell you that I saw a shooting star, the other night? No, I don’t. But I’m going to. Because, Erin, I saw a shooting star, the other night. Just zipped across the night sky as I was staring up at it, walking back to my car. I froze, wondering if I’d been mistaken, if I’d been fooled by a streetlamp reflecting off my glasses—but no, I realized, I’d stumbled into something wondrous. Fleeting, of course, as wonders so often are, but real. I’d seen a shooting star—or, to borrow a phrase, potentially the destruction of a Chinese satellite. But I made a wish all the same. Was it a wish that the K-dramas I end up watching of my own volition turn out to be good rather than disasters that reinforce how much of a broken dowsing rod my instincts are when unguided by ...