Jihoon often found himself wondering how time managed to flow so quickly, as if slipping through the narrow cracks of his fingers before he could even hold onto it.
One could never feel their passing as it crept forward, until suddenly another new day was here. And then it was gone. And the cycle kept repeating.
After returning to university, his days had grown noticeably fuller and his life gradually picked up momentum.
The transition back into lectures and crowded corridors had been smoother than expected, and luckily enough, his part-time job folded itself neatly into the crowded gaps.
He kept drifting forward without needing to rush, just moving with the habitual current of everyday life.
