Sit Down At the Table With Yourself

23 days until India and I can’t find any music that makes sense to me anymore except remixes of the music on which my adulthood was weaned.┬áThe possibile implications of this are numerous: I’m confused as to what year it is, I’m alternately pleased I escaped those years and nostalgic, I’m living at least partly…

Unidentifiable Identification

This little piece of plastic means I’m finally one step away from legal residence in Korea. It’s my Alien Registration Card (ARC). It arrived by mail from the Immigration Office a little later than the two weeks they told me it would take, but at least it arrived. I plan on making an E-2 visa…