V-day

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

A note on minimalism

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