The watch itself is a noticeably large rock of a watch attached to my wrist. If I was ever attacked it would be a deterrent with its sheer size alone. It never comes off except the once a month it needs to be charged. I shower with it.Read more "Watch’s Digging"
This is what I’ve come to know Korea as and on these mornings this yellow pours out across the landscape coloring my world. It’s like a time-worn photograph that I’m trapped in; This is Korea to me. My hands escape inside my coat pockets so they don’t turn a deep purple in this cold bus. I press my nose down into my scarves and close my eyes.Read more "Yecheon Blues"
Time continues to slow to a crawl. I’m stuck in my head. I can’t see a way out. I realize at this point I have no escape. I can only think of one option. Honesty is my Hail Mary. Honesty isn’t an exploitable weakness here, it’s the perfect retaliation. It’s the antithesis of their game, it allows me to run in the opposite direction of where they want me to go. But I need to be stubborn.Read more "From Nepal – The Artist (Part Two)"
“I need to go to an ATM,” I say to the Nepalese man whose name I’ve long forgotten. “Yes, we will go,” assuring me as we start walking from what he told me was his art school. This is probably not the conversation I should be having with someone I just met an hour before.Read more "From Nepal – The Artist (Part One)"
This is where I see a man in my periphery, as my eyes darting back and forth trying to get a hold of the situation, look behind him across the street then he looks at me and says “Stephan?” But I don’t notice where he was looking at or why he did it; the mob he is a part of is distracting and it gets lost in the static of the situation.Read more "From Nepal – On Arrival"
When I came to came to Korea I did not get it. I couldn’t find a way to make it work within my 2×3 frame. It was challenging coming from California, with such a drastically different look and feel to it. I knew this on some intangible level, I didn’t realize what that actually meant, and I didn’t realize I didn’t realize it.Read more "The New Year Retrospective"
Just kidding, I say to myself with a grin of someone who thinks himself clever. I’m really not. But I don’t know that. I should, it’s obvious. Did I really just title a placing holder test page for his new blog “This is Not a Test” as if I was being clever with even a […]Read more "This is Not a Test"