April 9, 2020

i could not, truth be told, have written about korea as soon as i got back, for as soon as i got back i was:

1) very madly in love and incapable of thinking of anything else, and then;

2) horribly out of love and incapable of thinking of anything else, and then;

3) in the thick of two internships and too busy thinking of everything else (such as, there is no hauling me out of soup if i don’t get these pleadings written by tomorrow); and before one knew what was what

4) the jaws of the new school term have clamped down on its wriggling prey.

…and months later, i can offer no stories but only a few photos:

the lovely beomosa temple in busan

a “zen” vegetarian meal at gamrodang in seoul

the little hanok guesthouse i stayed in, in bukchon village

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