Well, the roads all rose to greet me, and the days they turned on a pin.
A rewrite of 'imaginary cities: basi—', originally written in a PC Bang in Seoul during my Asialink residency in 2005.
My flight had been delayed by an awkward incident during a brief stopover in Z—. One of the passengers — an older man in a crumpled suit — had been pulled from the boarding queue. Two persons, who did not…
“Something special. Something almost hyperreal.”
Did shame lead me to make my decision for the wrong reason?
What do you think about the discourse of travel? Is it a question of privilege? Or has the whole act of travel become mundane?
Göteborg Book Fair 2019 provided an opportunity to re-immerse myself in Korean literature and culture via a mini-festival of humanity.
Feeling deep in Fryslân now.
Time to get back to basics.