Korite sat. He sat, atop two immense suitcases. Stacked on their side, the two were easily three to four feet tall. It was no doubt an odd sight to see a person sitting on an unstable stack of luggage, wearing darkened glasses and brandishing a cane under his arm. Yet, there he was, teetering and tottering away. Somehow he was ignoring the constant sway, bringing him to the edge of losing balance and tumbling to the ground. And each time, he corrected himself and began to tilt the other way. All the while, staring forward into nothingness.
Thinking and waiting. Ko did this often, in between times whenever he had nothing to do. He used long periods of time like these to catch up and refresh his mind and sense. The only two he let stay was sound and touch. Listening to birds chirping and the distant waves of the beach, he ran his thumbs over the room form in his pocket. He would wait like this for his roommate, whenever he would come.
Thinking and waiting. Ko did this often, in between times whenever he had nothing to do. He used long periods of time like these to catch up and refresh his mind and sense. The only two he let stay was sound and touch. Listening to birds chirping and the distant waves of the beach, he ran his thumbs over the room form in his pocket. He would wait like this for his roommate, whenever he would come.