such personal k-times

Honestly speaking, there's not much happening in Seoul in my personal bubble, however, I don't know why I'm always out of time. I have a really different set of priorities in Seoul and I think it's deteriorating me bit by bit. But I'm growing.
And now, I am obviously not making any sense by contradicting myself.

Just look at some pics okay?

BGM: 서울은 흐림 (cloudy seoul) by 못 (Mot)

peace out

Excerpt from Somewhere

"And so she sauntered out of the house, battered. Emotionally battered.

She yelled on top of her lungs words that never should have been invented.

Everyday and every morning and every night and every early evenings and even the fucking afternoon’s were the same.

And she whored her ideals for her reality.

Her love for ambition,

Her smiles for wrinkles,

Her trust for assassination,

Her realness for lies,

Her insights for empty words.

She needed to escape and she needed a partner-in-crime, a friend, a bank account, a functioning brain, wisdom and momentum. She needed a start to start the inertia.

And so she sauntered out of the house, never looking back.

Cursing herself and cursing her past and cursing whatever hope and belief she had put on herself. Cursing everybody who had believed in her and cursing the world in a whirlwind of angst that one can never imagine – trust me, her angst was worse than Holden’s.

She lay on the small street outside her front door, praying for a grizzly bear to come nuzzle her life out of her below-average body. But God wasn’t on her side and no grizzly bears came to eat her up. God watched her cry on the asphalt and for a dramatic effect, turned her tears to neon blue, complete with visual mapping. Seeing the transformation of her tears’ color, she popped up and stood erect and thought, ‘Scrumptious.’"