Seoul. 09.09.21 — Come walk with me. Backwards. She’s quite beautiful indeed. What a blessing. Listening to Honey by Raveena. After Skin by Joy. A blessing. These were hot. Most tenderly, flowered-mask fed a chicken foot to an elderly lady with a pair of chopsticks. Delightfully shared with another dish, cheekily not pictured…

Seoul. 08.01.21 — This morning, blessed by the sweet face of a dear friend smiling across a screen, feeling like she radiated “home”, and talking of love and feelings and churnings, this extraordinarily clever woman told me that behavioural economics says that we experience loss three parts to joy. In strategic management we…

Seoul. 08.09.21 — I’m still scared of strangers. If I’m asked a question about the difference between concentrate makers and bottlers, I’m screwed. Those are incredibly tight jeans. I still do not speak Korean. I hope that I do not leave a period stain on this rather blue public bus seat. I hope…

Seoul. 07.09.21 — I am too tired to be eloquent. But I’m thinking of “the perpetual”, as I’ll term it here: From Namsan Tower, I watched couple after couple saturating the wooden decks take pictures together, hold hands, stroke aside long black hair and caress a neck, gently, thinking, more deeply, of the…

Seoul 01.09.21 — Pinch, punch, first of the month and all that. Does it sound as arse-y if I add “graciously” to my rant against the springs which cut into muscles last night, and if I rant — again, very graciously — about how, another night running, I seem to have sleeplessly managed…

Seoul. 25.08.21 (but only just, it is 00:54 a.m.) — Maybe another title should be (guiltily) overwhelmed. Stimulated (quasi-saturated). Feeling. Freaking. Calm terror. Excitement. Fear. Pleasure. Fear of waste? Fear of fear? Beautiful pictures and papers, collected, on walls. Sweet beans. Rice. The tape does not always hold the little string which holds the pictures. And the bathroom often gives…

Seoul. 16.08.21 — It’s not that I do not like the sweet sounds of Drake. Or, the smell of you, burnt pain au chocolat air which has folded itself quite neatly into my not-too-fresh but not too shabby quarantine blankets. (And I use the possessive as if this burnt air — quite toxic…

Seoul. 13.08.21 — Today, I really tried. On this day of our Lord Quarantine, 4 of 14, in as revere-able (imho) an act of revolution as any, I — after, mind you, having deodorised for my own full self, and donned a dress with a not-bad décolletage (yeah, we bougie out here) —…