Month: juli 2009

July 4. Tunnel underneath Mt. Meaning.
We can easily lock ourselves up in the cocoon of our own pleasure. You know what I mean. A nothing-else-matters-attitude, indulging in everything life has to offer and forgetting about what we ourselves have to offer it. We can also evolve. Something like that.
So, good morning. Everything alright?
"Anti-IndustrialismusArbeitet hart, Schweiß auf der ...
July 3. Russia, Battuta, Truffaut.
Today, I Issue my Russian visa. So I got a ticket to ride now, and I will be able to continue my trip. How long have I been here? Two weeks? And missing the road already? What is this feeling? In the history of mankind, there have always been brave and cowardous men and women ...
July 2. Take this day.
Take this day, for example. It is a rainy day and I write something at home. I can't remember what, but I will find it somewhere. It is an empty day, that you might say. And why. And why? Is there nothing else to say? How about the writing, that leads the way? How about ...
July 1. Barefoot.
View of Seoul from the mountainsA new month begins today. The year 2009 is half over. Do you have good memories of those six months? I hope you do. And I hope the second half will be even better. Never too serious, but always for each other.I hike Bukhansan with Malia today, but first we ...
June 30. Delving in old aphorisms.
"This is America, you are supposed to be in charge of your brain."-"What do you mean?""I mean guns are allowed in this country but drugs is not that's what I mean."-"I don't get it?""You are allowed to carry the means to hurt somebody, but you are not allowed to experiment with possible causes."-"So?""In the Netherlands ...
June 29. A short ode to Kafka.
For Franz K., who would have been my friend.

"Do you know what identity is?"
-"I forgot, I am sorry."
"It is having a sense of who you are. How could you forget?"
-"I... I am SORRY. I didn't INTEND to forget..."
"But you DID forget, K."
-"Is that a crime?"
"That depends, K., ...
June 28. Epochè.
There is a woman walking around at night close to where I live. I see here every time I come home. She stands near the stairs on the sidewalk of the road that curves around the Namsan mountain. She wears a mini-skirt and heavy makeup that almost make her look like a transvestite.
I don't ...