Seething since 2000*
last night i saw yi sang singing in a noraebang sounding just like a little sparrow does going tang tang tacka tacka tk tk tk tk tang it was such a sad little song that the sparrow sang the kind that nobody else knew the words to but don't think that stopped him - no way! i can hear yi sang still, on the hanok roof going tang tang tacka tacka tk tk tk tk tang all day long, in dead silence, like a sparrow. then i saw yi sang playing starcraft in a pc bang losing badly, screaming at the screen, the air heavy with teenage smoke and his keyboard sticky with grape soda (do you think that stopped yi sang? never! losing men and energy way too fast to ever keep up with his competitors going tang tang tacka tacka tk tk tk tk tang on their worn-out keyboards all night long, in networked silence, like a flock of sparrows. then (if you can believe this) i saw yi sang soaking himself in a jjimjilbang, his hair like feathers on the head of a sparrow, spiky and wet, like a sparrow drinking from the smallest puddle you can imagine. as if wet feathers could ever hold him back! don't believe it! yi sang, wet, sitting in a pool in the jjimjilbang for hours on end, his little heart racing as if he was flying through air going tang tang tacka tacka tk tk tk tk tang. tonight i'm sitting quietly in a corner of a dabang thinking of yi sang and what he would have made of the new multibang craze. maybe he would have liked it, maybe there's a place for a little sparrow inside a pay-as-you-go multitang, a little space that goes tang tang tacka tacka tk tk tk tk tang all day long if you want, if that's what you want, if that's what makes you happy. don't you think it's a nice idea? a nice way to re-imagine yi sang? & tomorrow i'll be sitting in a dvd bang, watching a movie based on the life of yi sang. i won't see a single sparrow, i won't even hear the sound a sparrow makes in a tree in the dark. don't you know? don't you believe in the sound a sparrow makes in the dark? never mind, i can remind you, it sounds like tang tang tacka tacka tk tk tk tk tang, all night long, in a corner of the sparrow dabang, and it's the most beautiful, lonely sound in the world.