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.
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 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
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
"I'm bored." For a second, I wasn't present. I used to admire pictures of Gwangan when I was applying for EPIK. The illuminated bridge was not just the background of my laptop but a metaphor. Bridging my life to something more interesting, adventurous. Now I was there, chainsmoking, trying to forget the set I just … Continue reading A man called Alice