Of getting lost
Large dark object that makes familiar sounds
In Singapore, my sometimes lunchtime places are in the Korean enclave. There is a little mischievous kid who darts in and out of a cafe I am at. I try to speak with her using the very limited Korean phrases that I know. Though amused (she must wonder what is this large dark object that makes familiar sounds), she hardly has patience to listen to a full sentence before she darts out to slay another monster. The kid came by and left me this drawing. Now, I am wondering what to draw for her.
