나의 길. 내가 가야하는 길. 나에게 주어진 길. 내가 가고싶은 길. 나의 지나왔던 길. 나의 길 그런 의미이겠지요. 그런 의미일까싶어, 그리 애틋하였네요. 때로 웃기도, 때론 울기도, 때론 모른척, 때로는 알아, 때로는 아파 때론 미어져 때론 잊혀져 그리 산다는 그리 살았단 이야기 일까 싶어........... 섧어...........
A particular angel has vanished from my life. She is Korean. She plays cello. I hope she is ok. A Ms. Park. Do you know her? Yoohee, I'm teasing. But I do hope you are doing well.
Ok. I'm done pretending. I'm having a medical issue. Withdrawals from Yoohee Park. This is serious! Where are you?! Are you OK?! Do I have to listen to second rate cellists from now on? Or, God forbid, some harmonica player? What happened to the most beautiful woman in the world? (ssshhh .... don't tell her that. she's already high on herself ...) Well, I hope you are traveling. That is something that you need to do at your age. Travel. See the world. I did that . Super important, especially as a musician. The art. The architecture. Of course, the music. I hope that is what you are doing. Don't come to San Francisco, the home of my Alma Mater. It's a toilet now. It was so beautiful. Now it's a toilet. Stay away. It's dangerous, and I'm not joking. Now, I'll admit that what I miss from you most is not your playing, although I love it. I love your playing. It's your facial expressions that kill me. I actually laugh through your videos. You are an angel, no doubt. But I've told you that many times. Please come back. I'm lonely and bored. I've watched too many movies, too many times. If you don't come back with stuff, I'll be forced to watch your competition: CelloDeck. Uh oh. Ha! Just kidding. She's there, but completely different style. For all I know, she might be your friend. I don't know. Don't tell her, but you are my favorite. sssshhhh.
