I Deleted the Phone Number, but I Still Remember the Birthday
A bittersweet reflection on memories that won't fade, no matter how hard one tries to forget.
This story was written one sentence at a time, by many different people.
Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
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Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
Read the Korean original →
I want to forget. With each passing day, it only becomes clearer. If only English vocabulary worked that way—my whole life would be different.
Damn it.
Multilingual relay writing is being prepared.
For now this page is read-only. Participation happens on the Korean site, where each sentence is written and voted on by a different person.
For now this page is read-only. Participation happens on the Korean site, where each sentence is written and voted on by a different person.