My bag was heavy to hit the floor despite packing light. Marie Kondo says to always greet your home, especially after a month of travel. I said, “Fuck you, house.” I was drowning in mismatched floral wallpapers and unnecessary ottomans. Ugh. I flopped onto my bed face first. I couldn’t summon the energy to smoke … Continue reading V-day
I checked my email as I walked onto the line 6 train of the subway. If there is one thing in the world I love, it's the Seoul Metro. Even though your deep underground there is fantastic wifi and cell service. So good, that I got a notification from an email sent the previous day. It was the design for the tattoo I was on my way to get. After no response, he emailed again confirming our appointment.
At the Nongso Parking Garage, you step off of the bus and into another dimension. It's nestled between farmland and the red light district. I'm convinced it's the weirdest place in Korea. You see bus drivers unwind. They take their shirts off for some reason. You witness comradery between the 1127 drivers. Almost all of … Continue reading The nongso parking garage
I ruined my streak yesterday. I knew that this day was going to come. I technically cheated while I was in Taiwan. I didn't write one day because of whatever travel bullshit. But I was protected because I scheduled time away. Alas, I ruined it anyway. There is nothing that I can do at this … Continue reading 750 words
Men dressed in black clogged the boarding gate. There was one woman among them. She was wearing a hijab and sunglasses indoors. They all had matching backpacks with a patch of the Indonesian flag. I like boarding the plane first. I can put my bag in the cabin directly above my head. I keep reading … Continue reading Mamma mia
It happened again. Where I was vulnerable for 5 seconds and I got it. That feeling where I was going to shit myself of jealousy but I knew it was physically impossible because I hadn't eaten in over eight hours. I had to grab my bag and barge through half the crowd in Ulsan's new … Continue reading Oreo
I went to the dentist the other day. He asked me if I spoke any Korean. I said no. He carried on the rest of the appointment in Korean. He gave me a mirror to witness how swollen the back of my gum was. It was his way of telling me it's not a cavity. … Continue reading A note on minimalism