This is a poetic memoir often shrouded from complete sight, with Kang exploring distinct memories and scenes, often in isolation. We learn her depths more than a full picture of her life. I was moved by reading about her mother’s grief, her experience with migraines, her attention to the effects of war. This is travel writing too, where travel is about how one individual sees with their own senses and introspection. Interesting, I’d love to read more by her (I’ve read her two translated novels and loved them both).