.... It was definitely something that was not wanted. It stayed with him on the bus. On a ride from the Nambu Bus Terminal to Chongju, Sang Huin's sleep ... ... roads that appeared near Umsong to be rid of scenery so bland. Although the bus traveled down the highway as a solid, jitterless mass, he jittered in... ...man and it had all gone awry. Sang Huin sighed. He took off his shoes in the bus. He stroked his feet, in short white sports socks, across the vinyl o... ...ough his billfold for a calling card. He went to the front of this high-tech bus and made a call. "Yoboseyo." "Yoboseyo. Yang Lin bakwa chuseyo." Sile... ...in that area he sometimes got up around 4 a.m nonetheless; took an hour long bus ride to that small town he had once lived in; walked near bowing rice... ...e of his nationality. Now it was Kim Yang Kwam he kept thinking about in the bus. Sang Huin was labeled as dirty a few nights ago: the way he walked o... ...sical dilettante. He looked out of the window and smoothed out his hair. The bus was becoming full now. Still, no one was standing. Maybe, he thought,... ...tinct was to follow his former friend to the ends of the earth on the public bus system and to harass him in the bus by making him feel miserable for ... ...ome passively. On what seemed like an eternal trip, cramped on a seat in the bus, disconnection was making his mind jittery, soft, and rolling like a ...

...overpasses, at the edges of parks, with legs dangling from the benches of bus stops, within obscure shadows of parking lots, and there to be stumbled... ...meone, anyone, not you specifically— should be allowed to take a greyhound bus from New Orleans to Baltimore, and without being invited, knock on our ... ..., did He use AT&T to tell you to pack up your things, head on a Greyhound bus, and plunk your butt on our door step? That is what we have to determi... ...ou shouldn’t as you seem to like them, you will be put back on a greyhound bus headed for New Orleans. I hope that is clear. Fresca darling, I bet y... ...ove of mankind that never really existed, and that time of sitting on the bus next to a young man with myriad inflammations like warts on his neck an... ...ried to hide under a bulky hat as his head tilted toward the floor of the bus, and of her putting his hand into her own. Sister Mary Elizabeth...