i did not tell her yet that i accidentally swapped the postcards, one was a picture of mt. hallasan, and another was a picture of horses. but things like this, they have their moments and when they have passed, you seem to forget them and never say them.
it’s something like david lodge says is his essay where one tries to find an ideal moment/time to do/tell something, but when the opportunities arises, or when the conditions are less than what we hope for, we tend to say to ourselves, ahhh maybe next time.
(i have seen the moment of my greatness flicker)
perkaraperkara 