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CHAPTER
TWO
the simultaneous day: part one
——April 14
Soo-kang looked at the choices before him . . . What to wear to meet a
poet? He pushed a few hangers to the right. Black. Black. More black.
Gray . . . No gray today, it’s the most depressing color on the planet;
unless it’s sweats and a hoodie—then it’s just a safe, comfortable color
that makes you invisible. So, black it is, he decided—tossing a pair of
black jeans on the bed.
He shuffled through shirts. White. White. White. Because it goes so
well with: Black. Black. Black . . . He pulled a white shirt off its hanger
and tossed it on top of the jeans. If I roll up the sleeves and don’t tuck it
in, it will look less like the city and more like the sea. What else? Shoes.
He looked down. Black or black or black? Boy, this is a decision I could
make with my eyes closed . . . I guess I’ll wear the black ones.
Before closing the door, he stood back and surveyed his perfectly
organized collection of black and white and gray and black and more
black . . . Geez, this closet looks like a cloudy day. I read something
about that once—some can’t-hide-the-truth guru claimed that the two
surest ways of knowing who a person really is, is to look at what’s on
their bookshelves and what colors are hanging in their closets. So, am I
