Author: kamiel79

July 14.
What is friendship? This entry will take us to the height of theoretical considerations, to a summit where icy winds blow large snowflakes against our reasoning skin, where big halcyonic birds spread their giant wings to cast a mighty shadow upon our theories, where you can look to all directions without seeing anything. Who knows ...
July 13.
Yog-hu-ru-tu, Yog-hu-ru-tu, the woman shouts. Yog-hu-ru-tu, where are you? I am watching a children's theater play with joy. The title is "Looking for Yoghurt" and Yoghurt is actually a cat. Yeon, the set designer, is my couchsurfing host. The set is colorful and simple. I like the lighting effects assisting pantomime play on stage, and ...
July 12. The human predicament.
This day is intentionally left out. Writing this some weeks later, I can hardly remember what I did. I guess I hung out with my new friends in Seoul. Played pool on the 28th floor of an apartment building overlooking greater Seoul and the surrounding mountains we hiked a few days ago. Watching movies and ...
July 11. Wet eyes and all.
A bit ill. I spend the night and the better half of the day in the jimjilbang. Try to do some writing from 4:30 in the afternoon. Before that, I've seen a father going to the jimjilbang with his sun and I cried when he carefully helped the child into the water. Cried! I mean, ...
July 10. Avant-garde.
Meet old friends in a coffee near one of Seoul's many universities. They haven't changed much. We tell each other about our lives and smile friendly. Then I go and buy a ferry ticket to Vladivostok. The office is in the lively Insadong district. I head back to Tom n Toms coffee house to write ...
July 9. Jarmusch, Black Jesus

Retrieve the Russian visa. Calm when you wait in line. It is raining. I don't do much these days and I damn well know why. I have changed my intention 180 degrees. I was so keen on seeing some ex-girlfriend, check out if she is happy, if her family is happy, that kind of ...
July 8. A snowman in the sauna complex.
That sounds like an easy life, doesn't it? I am getting up not too early, make my way to the coffee place where I unpack my small white computer and plug it in. I try to make some sentences again, sentences like warm cookie dough. Unfortunately, inspiration is not what it used to be. I ...
July 7. Interview with mr. K.
Randay-voo: An Interview with Mr. K. Mr. K is an experimental philosopher who juggles with his concepts as if they were colorful balls."Welcome to our studio, Mr. K."-"You're welcome in your studio too.""Why? Should I not be?"-"Am I saying that?""Shit. This is going to be tough. Dear listeners, our guest today is mr. K, philosopher. ...