The idea for this piece was born when the sounds of the child having some sort of episode in the bathroom of the apartment next door. I believed, based on regular episodes like this, that he was autistic. I don’t understand Korean very well, so I have absolutely no idea that any of this is true, but I created this story about the people in my building in order to understand what was happening around me. I populated my life with stories. As foreigners in Korea, it’s probably inevitable that we will fill in the blanks when we have gaps in understanding. That’s what we do as a species. We create and live in fictions of our own making.