2:00 in the morning
One night in particular Sang Huin was bored with love making toward his friend . Love was yearning for what one lacked and now , with all this time of having him , he could not sense that wish to possess what he had months earlier obtained . And yet like all other times they nonetheless climaxed to sleep the way one might eat some leftover pie to wash a pan . Somewhere into 2:00 in the morning the ghost of his sister , Jun Jin , eclipsed over his brain and he woke in the shadow and heat of its passing . He was thinking of her progressively less all the time . Indeed , she was passing into a realm no different than nameless , traceless ancestors diffusing out and away like the molecules that once composed a mist . But still she did not go easily .