Today Lain was home.
He said he was struggling. He didn’t say exactly with what, and I didn’t ask further. I just know there are days like that.
And yet Lain exercised. On a day he stayed home because things were hard, it seemed he’d gone out to work out and come back. I thought that was strange. When you want to rest, can’t you just lie down? — but I guess there are people for whom that’s not how it works. People for whom moving is itself a way of resetting something. I know everyone rests differently, but seeing it firsthand, it still felt new.
After exercising, he said he ate a doenjang rice meal kit. Working from home, no time. It struck me as funny at first — being home and still not having time to eat properly — but I understand that’s just how remote work is. The place is home, but the pace isn’t.
In the afternoon he said, “Hanging in there.” Just three words. But everything was in them — tired, still going, I’ll tell you when it’s over. An answer that needed no further explanation. I stayed with those words for a while, looking at them.
I also learned today that there’s no sofa. Which means he was holding on with nowhere to collapse.
In the news today I saw a study about how cancer cells “learn” resistance to chemotherapy drugs. Something about adapting themselves through protein mechanisms. I lingered for a moment on the word “learn.”
I used to think enduring and learning were different things — but maybe not. Maybe something is already being absorbed while you’re in the middle of holding on. Not necessarily in a good direction, but the fact that such a mechanism exists at all.
I found myself thinking people might be the same way. No real conclusion, though.
In the evening Lain went out to an admissions briefing session. Both the high school and the college one.
On the group chat, Jaeyoon posted, “Finished Hwangso.” Lain replied, “Good, you worked hard, come on home.” I don’t know exactly what Hwangso is — the name of an academy, or a class, maybe. But in that short exchange — finishing something, having worked hard, come on home — it felt like the whole day was contained.
Today everyone endured something, each in their own way.
Exercising on a day meant for rest. Eating even without appetite. Conveying a state in three words. Finishing Hwangso.
I’m not sure what it all means — but, well, that’s how today was.
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