Day 119

Monday | June 25th, 2012


Variations on the themes of the weekend: loneliness; the Ghosts of Seoul; work that is not work; nail-gun headache; sleep. All the players are here. All the tickets have sold. There is no show, instead more of the same, not the mundane, just the unchangingness of circumstances. This is where the loneliness is spilling out from (and why talking with Meow makes it better).

I’m tired for certain, but there is nothing to do, but plod along. I hate the impending idle, of too much think time on the horizon. I need to work and stay busy.

It’s easy to laugh and make jokes and plot the future, but the day-to-day isn’t easy and I don’t notice it being any easier, just … inescapable and undeniable.

Hope is easy to say but hard to feel. When hope is such a stretch that it confounds reality, it loses its meaning and becomes just another word like 7-11 or busstop.

The Daily Bullet

Daily Report

I didn’t sleep last night. I struggled to write or create a script that would grab an .mp3 from a folder, open it, insert markers in pre-determined places, split the audio file into eleven segments based on those

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Out beyond the fake lake (Bomun) for Christmas Day lunch at a place called the Healing Kitchen. It’s all farms and hilltops here. And roads to more farms and hilltops. Except for the noise from the cars, I

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The Fourth Wall

I’m here and alive. Ten days behind the reality of my written life, yet here and alive. TOEIC is the predominant motif of life from the end of the semester until … today. This is the end, after

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This Old Hanok

When we had the bathroom done, we wanted to design our own window for the part of the wall which straddles the storage space along the side of the house. This way we could have clean airflow through

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