I flew over Mt. Rainer outside Seattle. June, and still covered in snow. I thought of bailing and becoming a snowboard instructor. The women sitting next to me said Mt.Rainer doesn’t have runs. And nowhere else is open in the summer.
I left the States mind full of internet paranoia. Sunken ships and trigger fingers. The first day i stumbled down to the Han and watched young soldiers marching along. But as always once here I’ve forgotten all about it.
I rode the subway around before I put my bike together.
I visited my old hood in Busan and dug a righteous party at AGIT art space. Swimming in front of that monstrous bridge across the bay.
I have my little apartment. I break out the keepsakes and post up pictures of friends and lovers far away.
Checking the graffiti and break dance stance at the Urban Arts festival in my ‘hood.
The past week was all about riding the river trail and checking the weekend action.
That’s about it for catching up.