Portrait of Kenshi

Last week, I injured myself during kendo practice.

The short story first.

I went to kendo practice last Friday, and after some intense effort, I felt a pop in my left calf, as if someone had hit me with the tip of their shinai. When I turned around, there was no one. I waved to my practice partner, standing …

It started with a conversation, as those things often do.

A friend and I met after a long time, say 7 years and compound it for the time vortex that was the pandemic, and we had a few drinks on the terrace on my small apartment in Seoul city. We were reminiscing on where we had met, how were the people we used to spend time …