a request ( Read more... )

the gift of death - sometimes you can taste the autumn...an indifferent clasp of the hand, the look of an eye that won't look you in the eye, the corpse-like feel of those cool lips. these penultimate moments, second-to-last formalities, signal something of an end. and yet in this end, perhaps, a gift...the only gift that can be given, something of ( Read more... )

narcissus - it begins in the eyes. that's where the shift begins, the blurring, the fading...it is possible to disappear, right before ourselves. stare long enough, gaze intently, madly even, and the image in the mirror disappears. there is certainly something that occupies that space, but as to who or what remains to find lucidity. it is hardly ( Read more... )

second impressions - why second? well, my first impressions were an incoherent jumble on a microsoft word document during my first night - a sleepless one at that - in gimje. i'll probably copy and paste it here when i get internet up and running at the apartment. in any case, my first night was difficult, putting it mildly. it's a funny thing ( Read more... )

proper accents - something of a trend i've noticed here in korea is the perfectly transparent self-consciousness of koreans to speak english...the teachers with whom i co-teach for the most part refuse to speak to me. i'll ask them question after question, being a general nuisance since they want nothing more than to not have to expose what seems ( Read more... )

family dinner - the saturday evening before i left for korea, my father arrived in hong kong to visit me - a last sendoff, so to speak, before i ventured out into the seeming abyss (to him, at least). it was just me and him, wandering around tsim sha tsui. there's always something of an unregistered magnitude, or perhaps an illusory one in these ( Read more... )

paul sam - there is sometimes a fear of meeting an old friend, a great friend with whom you've lost touch with. the fear is hardly one of security, but a disruption nonetheless. our lives we often construe to ourselves and relay to our friends in tidy narrative fragments. 'oh i remember in grade seven, we used to shoplift candy from the convenience ( Read more... )

bloodlines - to what do i owe these people? what do they mean to me? perhaps more prevalent in this case, what am i to them? there is no reason why "they" should keep me sheltered without so much as a penny in return. when we are out, they pay for my meals and travel expenses; they've provided me a cellphone pre-paid with enough minutes to engage ( Read more... )

yo, after the soju bar hopping...and being pretty drunk, it was 3am...and me and jasen decided to hit up this club...dude, it's MONDAY night...THREE AM...the club was phuckin' PACKED...and get this...PURE HIP-HOP...GAAAAAWD...aite, i'm kinda hungover right now, so lemme get STRAIGHT to the point ( Read more... )

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