Writer’s block is a bitch, you guys.
At some point in the last 2 months an unlucky alchemical reaction has occurred in my life, rendering what was strange and story-worthy into a long series of small steps towards normalcy. That isn’t to say I’m bored in Korea; I just can’t really believe that anyone else could find these stories very interesting. It’s a matter of acclimation, I think. I’ve stopped burning for Korea and am instead just living there, which is in some way a terrible but entirely predictable loss. Like, old age or the way the fifth lick of the ice cream cone is never as good an the first. Read more