Korean and Cuban identities both carry something deeply intimate, expressive, and unapologetically emotional. There’s a softness that coexists with intensity, a romanticism that borders on the gothic. I’m from Busan, South Korea, a city of salt air, shadows, and motion, though I no longer live there. The distance has only sharpened the memory. And yes, the train was real. It wasn’t symbolic or imagined; it was a moment in motion, metal and light cutting through the dark, leaving behind the kind of imprint that lingers long after you’ve gone. Currently in a Doctoral Programme, so I am on here as a respite and escape tool . Lover of Books and Vibrant Women. WOC/wlw\L4L









