1000 Words On I Want to Die But I Want to Eat Tteokbokki

I read I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki by Baek Sehee today, on a lazy Saturday where my only goal was to finish a book (I succeeded).

My weekends on the island, on Cape Breton, are sacrilegious. A time when the pace is much more relaxed than weekdays and the top priority is to spend time in the fresh air. While I’d spent time out West; on Vancouver’s North Shore, in the woods by Boston Bar, and a few weeks hiking in the Rockies, the air on Cape Breton felt the crispest of Canada. Like if I bit into the air like it was an apple, surely you would hear the crunch of the action. I was, therefore, trying to take as many bites as I could, without getting sick.

This Saturday, like many, I went for a walk after breakfast. Past the lighthouse on the aptly named Lighthouse Road and past the co-op market where we got our ice cream as an after-dinner treat. Today though, I didn’t go as far as the fish plant. The wind was lifting me off the ground with my hair lapping around my face much like the turbulent waters over the guardrail beside me. So I turned back and braced myself against this built-in resistance training which was surely good for my actual running training, or so I hoped.

In the afternoon, we visited the library where they offered free planting seeds to any card-carrying member, which I thought was so East Coast-friendly. The library itself was not much larger than my bedroom and that really summarized life on Cape Breton compared to the places I’d…