Poor Sana, to whom I'd told everything about Jungkook, began almost to cry.
'Oh, we shouldn't let him go like this. What'll we do?'
Ol' Jungkook's gone, I thought, and out loud I said, 'He'll be all right.' And off we went to the sad and disinclined concert for which I had no stomach whatever and all the time she was thinking of Jungkook and how he had despised all his obligations and compromises along the way.
So in Busan when the sun went down and we sat on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies and sense all that raw land that rolls overland and underneath, and all that road going from it, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and I know by now children must be crying for it in the land where they let children cry, but tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is watching over you? Just before the coming of the complete night that damns and blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Jungkook, I even think of the world that I'd never found, I think of Jungkook.
Someone forgot we had that section again
